The roar of the truck engine barreling down a dirt road pierced the calm of the Sunday afternoon. It was Ricky, in his dad’s old truck, the one he’d spent nearly the entire summer after graduation fixing up. CeCe leaned closer to the window to get a better look. She could smell the rosebushes her mother had planted along the front of the house as a brisk wind blew through the screen.
Her neighbor, Sara, ran down the front steps. She wore cowgirl boots and a flirty little sundress which swirled around her as Ricky lifted her in his arms.
CeCe’s mom tut-tutted behind her. “That girl! Running off with one boy after another every weekend. She’s getting a reputation!” Her mother put her hand on her shoulder. “You can hold your head high. You’re a good girl.”
Her mother left the kitchen, and CeCe stole another look across the street. Sara and Ricky roared past. Sara held her hand out of the window, catching the wind, a huge smile on her face.