My Sinatra

"Eddie." "No, Emma," I remind him. "No, you're Emma. Emma Gibbens. I'm Eddie. Eddie Gluskin. Emma. Eddie. You. Me." His name is Eddie, and it fits so well, and it makes me happy and I want to hug him, but this fence is in the way, so I just push my hand against the fence harder. harder against his hand, and it slips a little because it's sweaty, but I stay. And he stays...