"This is a bad idea," Wallace called. Not that he knew why he was bothering. Flannery wouldn't listen; she never did.
He was pretty familiar with most of the playgrounds in the area, since his sister was still young enough to enjoy going to them after school. Most had strict rules about allowing adults, presumably to ward off sexual predators. And almost all of them closed at sundown, probably for much the same reasons. It confused Wallace a little; if someone was determined enough, he doubted such things would get in their way. But that made him sound like a creeper, so he never voiced that concern.
Instead, he hopped over the waist-high fence that separated the playground from the rest of the park, feeling like an idiot. After taking a few steps, he felt uncomfortable as well, as sand worked its way into his shoes.
This, he decided, was not his evening. But what had he expected, when Flannery said she had an idea? That never ended well, and he didn't expect this particular idea to disprove that hard and fast rule.
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