Sure she could. But it was not the same. Everybody I knew was going to be there. I changed shirts before I left. I took a rag and wiped the dust from my shoes. I wasn't trying to be fussy or dressed up or anything. I just thought I should do it.
There was shade and sun on the streets and a few big clouds in the sky.
A car slowed up and stopped beside me. The window rolled down and Jack Goodwin leaned toward me. "Going uptown?"
"Yeah."
"Want a lift?"
"Sure." Actually I didn't. I'd rather have walked, looking around as I went.
Jack Goodwin grinned as I got in. He's got gray hair, where he has hair. The rest is bald. He looked me over. "I don't see any comets on your shoulders," he said gravely.
"I never had any," I said. Some people seem to think everyone under seventeen is a kid.
"You'll be needing them," he said.