Lola hummed a song she barely remembered as she sat on the middle step of the front porch. She would have sat on the top step but it had been snapped in half since the previous winter. Jeremy said he was going to fix it. Either later or tomorrow or the next day.

He had been saying that for months. Since spring.

By now she had gotten used to hopping over the hole. Lola hardly even cared if he fixed it or not.

He couldn't even mow the lawn. It was tall in some place, yellow and burnt in others and had returned to the wild on the fringes of the property.

An ice cream truck drove slowly down the street, its bells jangling. Lola stopped humming and stared at the truck.

Another car came zooming around the corner, almost hit the rear of the ice cream truck and swerved up on the lawn.

Jeremy poured out the door and lay there.