Becky sat next to me where the sidewalk dipped to the parking lot. I’d been there after the school’s nurse had tended to my hands and after my da—David took the football team to the field for practice. That’d been around four. It was six now.
“I don’t understand why you won’t let me drive you home,” Becky grumbled.
I stared straight ahead.
“You want something to eat? Let’s get something to eat. I’ll drive.”
I jerked my head in a nod and stood up. When we got to her car, I winced as I tried to open the door. Becky hissed and moved me out of the way. She opened the door for me, and then climbed on her side. As she started the car, she muttered, “And you expect to be able to drive home like that? You can’t even open a door. You’re crazy.”
I grinned. “I thought you were going to be a good
