Tucker Cummings

Chapter 348: Overly Chipper

In Uncategorized on December 14, 2011 at 2:22 am

Ripley wakes me the next morning, beating on my door and singing “Good Morning” at the top of her lungs until I open up.

She’s wearing a big grin and a bright yellow jumper. She’s holding a pastry box piled so high with donuts that the lid doesn’t close.

We get sugar high. She starts down a line I don’t like.

“What’s something you’ve always wanted to do?”

“My bucket list is all checks.”

“But you could jump, find a place where you could ice skate on the moon, or sell a painting, or meet the President.”

“No, Ripley. I’m good.”


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