~Christa~
Talking to dad reminded me that he might be old…er now. He is, but he still has his wits about him, and he and mom are safer than I think.
Finding my way to the boy’s house, I flop down on the couch and watch them punch it out on one of the numerous fighting games they enjoy.
Christa “So, boys, what are we doing tonight?”
I try to keep it as light as possible. I want to get to the club and find the rider of the bike.
Freddie “I don’t know, Miller, what are we doing tonight?”
Miller
“I don’t know, Freddie, what are we doing tonight?”
Christa “UGH!! Fine, be like that!”
I jump up and am caught by the arm halfway back to the house.
Miller
“Hey, we were joking with you. What’s up?”
He looks concerned, and I know I should tell him about the rider, but I just can’t yet. I w
