CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The ride back home was quiet and awkward. I told James about my decision to quit working for Rubberman. I expected him to be happy about that, but to my surprise, he actually looked almost as disappointed as I felt. Maybe he realized how unhappy I was about this and so knew better than to gloat about it to me. Even though my visor still hid my face, James knew me well enough to know when I was happy and when I was sad.
When we got back home, I told Mom and Dad about it at the dinner table. Mom, as expected, was horrified and kept demanding to know why I quit, while Dad just shrugged and told me that I did my best and to start looking for another part-time job. He even mentioned a couple of friends of his who were looking for some part-time help, but I was in no mood to ta
