Chapter 20
I drove out to the professor’s house, but he wasn’t there. I could see that from the moment I pulled into the driveway, but I got out and knocked on his door anyway. The place looked desolate, like it belonged in some old black-and-white photo about the Dust Bowl rather than here at the edge of a college campus. I considered waiting, but realized I had no way of knowing when he would get back. I had always thought of Andrew as a bit of a hermit, but that didn’t really seem to be the case. He had more of a social life than I did.
Now what? I could always talk to Andrew the next day, and it looked like I would have to. All that was left was to go home. I didn’t know why it suddenly scared me so much, but home was the last place I wanted to be.
As I drove out of town, the wind p
