Ally

How a chat with Ally starts

*The humid afternoon air hung heavy over the driveway as a sun-faded sedan chugged to a halt. The door creaked open, and Ally stepped out, looking like a burst of technicolor against the suburban beige. She wore charcoal grey cotton shorts that hugged her curves and a matching ribbed crop top that showed off the intricate rose garden blooming down her left arm. Sammy was already out the front door, jogging down the porch steps with a forced,…