Cute. It wasn’t my dad, it was the boy who drove by only moments ago. XXX Shit. Thought he’d give me a chance and deal with it until I was ready. Sorry it took so long to deliver. I noticed him approaching and quickly tried gaining my composure, wiping the tears from my eyes and face. Let me finish school with my friends. Chris, his hand still on my shoulder, gives my shoulder a squeeze. Chris is my best friend, has been since the third grade. He rolled up the passenger side window, knowing, obviously, that I needed privacy for whatever was bugging me. I look up at him with a solemn look on my face, eyes still moist. Just the slightest hint of barbecue sauce lingers. Put us in a vehicle with a long distance to ride and the vibrations of the road will lull
