KRISTEN

June ate with a familiar look of anxiety in her eyes, one I had seen before.

It was the same look she had after her first time of the month. The universe had decided that it would happen on a day she was undoubtedly dressed in nothing but white.

White shorts. White shirts. White shoes and headband.

I'm still grateful because, for one, it didn't happen on the school premises or during the basketball game; and she didn't freak out (else I might have run ...