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“This someone gonna be trouble?” “They always are.” Josey grinned. She sliced the bread. She’d never brought a man baked goods before. She wanted it to look nice on the plate. “I’m serious.” “No, momma. It ain’t like that. He’s sweet. He’s a cop.” “Well good. Cause all cops got good morals.” Her mom raised an eyebrow. “That ain’t fair.” “You just be careful.” Josey smiled. “I’m gonna woo him today.” “Oh, Josey.” Her mom’s mouth wobbled and she hid it behind her coffee. Josey went to the police station at what she hoped was the end of Jefferson’s shift. She knew from their morning talks he worked long days and he had to drop his cruiser off before going home. She perched on a low concrete wall that ran around the building, lifted her face into the sun and kicked her legs while she waited for him, the bread in neat slices on a platter in her lap. Half an hour or so later, Jefferson stepped outside and Josey hopped down. “Josey?” he said. He tilted his head to the side, his eyes wrinkled in the corners as he smiled a little. “What’re you doing here?” “I wanted to say thanks,” Josey said. She held the plate in front of her. “For what you did yesterday.” “It was my job. Besides, you did just as much. You coulda saved his life. You coulda been a real hero.” He stepped closer. “Seemed like you knew what you were doing.” “I took a few babysitting classes when I was a teenager. They make you get certified to do CPR. In case a kid falls in a pool, or something.” “Or something,” Jefferson agreed. He still hadn’t taken the plate. “Here,” Josey said. “Banana bread. It makes good peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.” He took it from her. Josey bit her lip, wanting to sigh at the way his hands were big enough to dwarf the plate. “Hey,” he said. “You wanna have dinner?” *** It was weeks later when Josey decided she was in love with Jefferson. She and Martha were at the movies. It was an old theater, the kind that didn’t even have stadium seating and that really fat people were uncomfortable in because the seats were too small. It was the first week of October, and the

Profile for Kerri Foley

Crack the Spine - Issue 62  

Literary Magazine

Crack the Spine - Issue 62  

Literary Magazine

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