Tuesday grins in partial victory, but oh no, the race hasn’t been won yet. She stands on her toes and pulls herself up to the branch above Nisha. She swings around, and hangs by her knees to face the other girl, like this is a natural conversation position. “Yes. You take a ribbon up as high as you can go. And it’s supposed to symbolize true love, but So Many broke bones last year. I can’t Wait”