Twenty
Griffin
The morning of the Founder’s Day Parade, I park the truck on a side street downtown, and we all file out. Van teases Maverick about whether or not he has a girlfriend while Trey tries to get Van to lay off. Both guys arrived last night, and Van, having a huge-ass mouth, told Trey about Phoenix. So after Maverick went to bed, a whole pile of questions landed in my lap, most of which I didn’t have any good answers for.
Maverick is still giving me the silent treatment and giving it well. He gets that from my ex-wife. My texts to Phoenix are still unanswered. Apparently, she does the silent treatment well too.
“This place is crazy,” Trey says when we round the corner of Main Street to find wall-to-wall people standing on each side of the road.
There are kids on parents’ sho
