I dropped Fay off, but stayed in my sister’s entrance. Of course, Elsie pestered me about my strange expression. She wondered why I wouldn’t stay for dinner. They’d made pizza. Why wouldn’t I at least come in for a bite? I faked a headache—too much sun, you know—and managed to escape.
An hour passed. I’d gone from excitement to concern to depression. Where was he? I’d called his stupid phone three times already, but there was no sign from him.
I hadn’t eaten anything because I couldn’t stomach it and was still in my shorts and dirty T-shirt because I didn’t want to risk a shower. What if he called or rang the bell while I was in there?
“Oh, goddammit,” I whined, looking down at my brown feet. So, he’d obviously freaked out and changed his mind. I roused myself off the couch. I’d take a
