Later that evening, I decided to go over to Paige’s house. It was Friday, after all. I headed to the door, spinning my keys in my hand.
“Honey? Where are you headed?” Mom called from the other room.
Uh, where do you think? I thought critically.
“Over to Paige’s,” I replied.
“Oh, take some of this Ginkgo over there for me will you? I just got a new batch. And ask her over tomorrow. I haven’t spoken to her for awhile,” she walked into the hall and handed me the bag of Ginkgo.
“Sure Mom,” I left.

When I got to the house I let myself in the front door with the spare key under the doormat. As I stepped into the bright yellow hallway, about to announce my entrance, I heard her singing and a piano playing. Intrigued, I tiptoed forward and peeked into the living room where she was playing, listening to the unfamiliar melody.
...But don’t let go-oh,
Keep holding on.
I won’t push you off the edge.
I’ll just hold tight to you,
so if you fall, I’ll fall too…
I’ll fall with you.