Chapter 8
Monday. Not only did coffee taste better on Mondays, it was also less likely to rain than any other day of the week since people didn’t pollute the world as much during the weekend as they did on weekdays. Jonas had hardly left his apartment all weekend, so he hadn’t increased the odds of rain, but since he didn’t drive, he didn’t think his contribution to the pollution varied much between the weekdays either way.
He headed down Main Road with a grin on his face. Birds were tweeting, a soft breeze blowing, and his thermos cup still more than half-full—life was good.
“Hi, Mr. Raghnall.”
Jonas smiled and waved at Ava, aware he should have read her essay during the weekend, but hadn’t. Tonight; he’d get through them all tonight.
“Mr. Jonas!” Jonas stumbled as Dylan came jogg
