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I’m sorry for getting her worried, I just needed to let off some steam. See you guys tomorrow. Love ya. Bye.”
    She sighed loudly as I walked around the corner. She jumped back before recognizing me. “Oh, I thought you were Josh.”
    “ You shouldn’t have to worry about him anymore,” I told her, scanning her face for I didn’t know what.
    “I’m not so sure about that, but thank you anyways. I better go to bed. I have get up early tomorrow to go downtown,” she informed me and started to leave. 
    “What for?” I asked her, not sure why I bothered.  
    “Oh, um, I study ballet every Saturday morning at Ballet Denver downtown. My friend Cece also goes there. I usually spend the night at her house every Saturday, so you won’t see me again until Sunday.” I didn’t have anything to say to that, so she continued, “Thanks again, Caleb.”
    Oddly, I liked hearing my name coming out of her mouth. Shaking off the feeling, I teased her, “Good night, sis,”
    Instead of getting mad like before, she laughed and walked into the house.
    I stood out there and finished my joint.

CHAPTER FOUR
     
    “In every man’s heart there is a secret nerve
                                              that answers to the vibrations of beauty.”
    -Christopher Morley
     
    CALEB
     
    “Caleb! Caleb! Come play with me!” Ugh! What time was it? The break of dawn? Why was this midget bugging me so early on a Saturday morning? I’d be having a talk with my little stepbrother about there being a time for play and a time for sleep.
    I lift ed my head from the pillow and growled, “Go bug your sister, runt. It’s too early to open my eyes.”
    “I can’t ‘ cause she already left. And it’s not early, it’s late. I already ate breakfast and lunch.”  Chance took it upon himself to start dragging my blanket away.
    I lifted my head to see my alarm clock, it was past twelve. That wasn’t too early for a Saturday, so I decided to get up. I was supposed to hang out with my friend, Dante, today. He’d be pissed if I flaked out on him.
    Dante was like a brother to me. We’d been best friends since the third grade when we’d both liked the same girl and used to get into fights over her. It drove the teacher and our parents crazy. Halfway through the school year, the girl moved away and we called a truce. We’d been best friends ever since. I often ate at their house because, unlike my Italian mother who was supposed to like cooking, Dante’s mom was a genius in the kitchen.
    I took a shower, dressed in something I could also go out in tonight and went downstairs. Going into the kitchen first, I grabbed a Gatorade and one of Chance’s Lunchables from the fridge. My dad was on the couch watching ESPN. Julie was over by the shrine to Gianna, dusting the pictures and trophies, making them shine.
    Catching my dad’s attention, I told him, “Hey, dad, I’m driving down to Denver to hang out with Dante. I might be home tonight, or I might spend the night at mom’s.”
    “Oh, Dante, haven’t seen him in awhile. Tell him I said hello and remember it’s a fresh start, son,” my dad replied. 
    “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be a good little boy. Scout’s honor.” That was funny, since they kicked me out of the boy scouts. So not my fault. My parents were pissed, but more embarrassed than anything else.
    Speeding out of the neighborhood, I saw an old man throw me a mean look. There went the neighborhood with Caleb Morrison moving in. I put on The Strokes, tapping my wheel to the beat. Fifteen minutes later, I was out of suburbia and on I-25 heading south towards downtown. I had The White Stripes playing on my stereo now, and Jack White was singing about being friends.
    I could see the skyscrapers down in the valley from this part of the freeway. As always, I thought to myself, there’s my city . I couldn’t imagine having to live up north in the suburbs for the next two years of high school. But