Chapter 10
During dessert—homemade apple pie—Judy invites me to see a movie the next night. Frankly, I’m amazed she’s still speaking to me after I acted like such an i***t. But I tell her I’d like to go.
“Thanks for inviting me over, Judy,” I say, as I prepare to leave. At least I’ve remembered a basic rule of etiquette.
“How are you getting home?” Judy asks.
“I’ll call my Mom. She’ll pick me up.”
“Are you sure? My Mom could give you a ride.”
I briefly consider asking Mrs. Lee for a ride home, but I acted so rude at dinner. I’m embarrassed to ask.
“My mom will come. What’s your address?”
“We don’t have one,” Judy says. “Our mail goes to a post office box.” I put my hand up. “Got it covered. I’ll pick an easy spot for her to find.” I figure I’ll cross the dirt road, backtrack throug
