CHAPTER FOUR
A week before Thanksgiving I got a call from Gram. I almost didn’t answer, because I was hurrying to a class.
"Nathan, do you know someone named Conroy?"
I froze in place. "I—What did you say?"
"This person named Conroy Finnegan called and asked for you. He says he met you hiking."
"Um, yeah." Conroy? Conroy called my grandmother’s house? "I, uh, we bumped into each other on Cannon last August. He called?" Had I given him my phone number? Well, no, because if I’d done that, it would have been my cell, not the land line at home.
"He asked if he could have your cell phone number, but I told him I’d have to ask you first."
"Yeah. Thanks, Gram, that’s good. But, well, did he leave his number?"
"Yes."
"Can you text it to me, or something? I’m on my way to a class."
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