Caris Christie (Apt. 10D)

Ms. Christie dropped Caris off at the Zip ‘n’ Sip at 10:07 am exactly. He remembered because he was counting down the minutes until he could go home. It’s not that he didn’t like roller skating, he did. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Anna Evita, he did. Well kind of. She talked too much and sang too loud and danced too wildly. He did like how her name rhymed. And it wasn’t because he was missing the Iron Man cartoon on Nickelodeon at 11 am. It wasn’t any of this. It was that on his day off he had hoped to walk around town and ask more people what they knew about Mr. Evans. But Ms. Christie and Anna’s mom both had to work so they left their children to stumble around the roller rink until their knees were as dark and purple as the sky outside. After 52 minutes of dragging himself along the wall around the edge of the rink while Anna skated circles around him, Caris felt dizzy. “Anna,” he called, “let’s take a break.” “Already? Just one more second.” “One,” Caris...