AFTER SCHOOL THE NEXT DAY, I joined the swarm of people filing out through the overstuffed hallways of WRHS and made my way to Harold.
I had to change the Band-Aid, which took a few minutes, but I preferred to let the traffic thin out a bit before driving home anyway.
To kill time, I texted Daisy, asking her to meet me at Applebee’s, our go-to restaurant for studying together.
She responded a few minutes later: I have work until 8. Meet you after?
Me: Do you need a ride? Her: Dad picked me up. He’s taking me.
Has Davis texted? Me: No, should I text him? Her: ABSOLUTELY NOT.
Her: Wait between 24 and 30 hours. Obviously. You’re intrigued but not obsessed.
Me: Got it. I didn’t know there were Texting Commandments. Her: Well there are. We’re almost there so I gotta go.
First order of business, drawing straws to see who has to get in the Chuckie costume. Pray for me.
Harold and I started our drive home, but then it occurred to me that I could go anywhere.
Not anywhere, I guess, but nearly. I could drive to Ohio, if I wanted, or Kentucky, and still be home before curfew.
Thanks to Harold, a couple hundred square miles of the American Midwest were mine for the taking.
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