She looked up, her face pink as a Christmas ham. “You ever try chasing down a car?” she gasped.

“I’ll one-up you. I gave Scott my hot dog and asked if he’d go to Summer Solstice with me.”

“What does the hot dog have to do with anything?”

“I said he’d be a wiener if he didn’t go with me.” Vee wheezed laughter.

“I’d have run harder had I known I’d get to see you call him a wiener.

Auteur: Becca Fitzpatrick