We drove to Evalena's house with the windows down, the radio music snatched away by the wind twirling around us. The day's torrid heat had given way to a bearable evening breeze. Gabe sat next to me looking toward the bowing sun. He propped an elbow on the window ledge, lost in thought, his eyes hidden behind dark lenses. He had changed into a pair of shorts and a navy button-down shirt with tiny yellow palm trees printed all over it. I'd bought it for him earlier that afternoon, ...