no way
 
 to slow the electric impulse flow,
 
 our brain began to plot. How
 
 to get away
 
 from the confines of GUFN?
 
 Sweet-talk Mom?
 
 Little chance
 
 of that working, a crazy
 
 idea soon hatched
 
 to sneak away
 
 for one spectacular last
 
 summer fling.
 
 Insanity,
 
 that’s what it was, school
 
 starting in only two days.
 
 I Watched the Window
 
 as I picked up the phone and dialed.
 
 Bree cooed a throaty hello.
 
 Hey. I’d just about given up on you.
 
 I could not admit to GUFN. Not
 
 again. I concocted
 
 some lame excuse.
 
 No problem. Want to get together?
 
 I did. Chase or no Chase, I wanted
 
 to see what Brendan was made of.
 
 Bricks, mortar, flesh, bones.
 
 I’ll pick you up. Where and when?
 
 Let’s see. Wait for everyone
 
 to hit the hay, extra half hour,
 
 scale down the wall …