#Chapter119
Graduation
Maggie
We practiced commencement for three days. The principal thought we would screw up graduation. We’re not apes and can follow instructions. Well, most of us can.
We collected our caps and gowns. I hung mine on the back of my closet door.
Nash tapped on my door.
/"Hey./"
He walked over to me. /"Are you ready for tomorrow?/"
/"Yeah. Is Nixon ready?/"
Nixon said, /"Woohoo! I’m graduating!/"
/"I would say yes,/" Nash said.
I laughed.
/"Come on./"
/"Where are we going?/"
/"You’ll see./" Nash took my hand and led me out of my room.
*****
Nash pulled into an open field and parked the car. We got out of the vehicle as he popped the trunk and pulled out a picnic basket and a blanket.
/"Look at you, Mr. Romantic./" I smiled.
