There was so much tension in the car. Darnell sat in the passenger seat hugging his book bag while Jared drove them through traffic until they reached the free roads at the other side of town. The flea market was an open sale that took place in the town square every month at around five in the evening to ten at night. Jared had picked Darnell up an hour after his classes, and they would probably get there at half an hour to seven.
"So, what do you want to buy?" Jared asked, trying to ease the tense atmosphere. They'd both been quiet since Darnell hopped into the car. Maybe Darnell just wasn't in the mode from talking, or maybe the arrangement of orchid flowers Jared had gotten for him had knocked the wind out of him. Jared looked at Darnell from the side of his eye, watching as Darnell to
