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She’d forgotten her helmet.

Lina was speeding across downtown Clarion and she’d forgotten her helmet.

Well, some things are more important than a helmet. Like that boy, Mason.

“Red light!” Jeri shouted above the little motor of her Vespa.

He sat behind her, holding tightly.

“You could fix that, you know.” Lina shouted right back.

“You know it doesn’t work that way.”

“Well, it should.” Lina grumbled as she twisted back on the handle, speeding forward.

“Red light,” Jeri repeated.

“Gonna run it.”

“Red Light!” Jeri shouted again, cinching tighter to her waist.

“Gonna run it.” Lina leaned forward, checking the cross traffic, weaving through the breaking cars. There was a small window, she could make it.

“For God’s sake,” Jeri shouted as he leaned over her shoulder and blew passed her ear, like a whistle with no sound. The light changed from red to green. A few cars screeched to a halt, another honked but otherwise the intersection was clear as Lina rushed through.

She smiled. “I knew you’d see it my way.”

“Better than seeing you dead.”

“Ben’s right,” Lina shouted over her shoulder. “You are so full of drama.”

They didn’t hit another red light all the way to the Sanitarium.