Gabriel
I was just in the process of pouring out my heart to Jeanie, when the chair I was sitting in made a funny groaning sound, and the legs underneath buckled right in the middle. The whole chair came apart like a cartoon, and I hit the grass with an uncomfortable and very clumsy thud.
“What in the world,” I scrambled up and picked up the chair to examine the damage.
It was odd, the way the leg supports looked like they had been purposely bent in the middle, like someone had stood on them, bent them, and then straightened them again.
Jeanie was lost somewhere between laughing at me and genuine concern. “Oh my! Gabe! Are you okay? Are you hurt?” However, the sincerity of her inquiry was ruined by the peels of giggles.
“I’m fine,” I said, kicking the broken chair aside. “Hey!” I call
