“Stanley, I heard Ryan saying something about Melissa.” Kelly whispered.

“What?”

“Like, about when cherries are ripe….”

He sat down his sangria. Where was he?

“Ryan?!” He bellowed.

They made eye contact.

“Oh God no.”

“She’s sixteen!”

“No Stanley. Kelly—

“You’re gonna have to wheelchair yourself to Corporate after I’m done.”

“I—

"Don't run boy!"