We were making plans for tomorrow, Tom and I, when we will take Forty-third Street by storm. We are a cute boy and a cute girl, which is reason enough to celebrate with yum and yay.

When I told him I was going to be at school in the afternoon, he said maybe he’d head up there, too, so’s we could study together in the library. “I don’t want to bribe you into hanging out with me,” I said, “but you know I always have chocolate in my bag.”

“I ate all the chocolate you gave me,” he said.

“I know,” I said. “You were meant to. But I have more.”

“I will call you tomorrow,” he said, “to tell you that I will come meet you on campus.”

Well, huzzah!