Chapter 28
We reach the stop and, hey, what do you know? Both of us get off at the same one. Small world, huh?
As the bus wheezes off with an awesome parting gift of toxic fumes, Randy and I make our farewells.
“Well, Cindy, it’s been great talking to you.”
“Yeah. Nice to meet you.” I quickly unlock the chain on my bicycle.
“Look. Cindy . . .” Randy isn’t making a move to leave. Go away, Randy. I’m nothing but trouble. Believe me.
“I hope it was okay for me to talk to you about my Dad,” he says. “I really don’t have anyone else.”
“Gee, Randy. Don’t you, um, have a best friend or something? Even a girlfriend?” I’m tucking my chain into the carryall pouch on my bike and mounting it. “You seem really nice. I’m surprised you don’t have a girlfriend or best friend to talk to about this.”
