Chapter 29
“I’d rather keep them on.”
“Can I ask you a personal question?” he says.
“You can ask.”
“Why don’t you take off your glasses?”
“My eyes don’t look good.”
“What’s wrong with them?” Randy asks.
“I’ve got pink eye.” I can hardly keep a straight face. But the line helps to keep me from saying something I’ll regret later like, “Mind your own damn business, Randy.”
Is it my imagination or does Randy move back slightly? Keep moving, Randy. You might catch something.
Then he reaches out and briefly touches my arm. “We all hide problems, don’t we?”
For once, another kid has reassured me. And it’s a boy. A cute boy, at that.
I feel my face heat up. I need a cold shower. Now.
“I think I should go.” I upright my bike and position myself to take off.
“Hey, Cindy.” Randy places h
