Chapter 7
Caleb drove with the moon roof open, glad he was driving Sebastian’s Volkswagen Passat rather than his truck. February weather on the beach tended to be the most amazing. The days were sunny with high cirrus clouds providing very little cloud cover, but the temperatures were cool enough to open the moon roof and the winds provided good waves for surfing.
“I need to belch.”
Caleb guffawed. “Then belch, Sebastian.”
“You won’t think badly of me?”
“Umm, you’ve farted in bed. I think belching is the least thing you should worry about.”
“It was just a lot of food. Incredibly delicious, but just a lot of food.”
“And I see you had some sangria,” said Caleb.
“I couldn’t help but be tempted by Joan. Earl had some, too.”
“I saw your mom laughing at a lot of my dad’s lame jokes. You
