Savage

“Have you tried to walk much faster than this?” Malone asks as she and I walk swiftly around the high school track. She takes a drink of the water she’s carrying, waiting for me to answer. The sun is setting in the distance and a storm must be coming, if the loud noises of the frogs and crickets are any indication. Instead of hurrying to get done, I enjoy the pace we’re keeping.

“Nah.” I shake my head.

“Is there a reason why not? I know you, you’re ...