The juice was made, tap water and concentrate taking the place of the fresh-squeezed glasses of sunshine he used to get out of his juicer, and he was on page four of the newspaper, deep into a story about politicians getting sneaky with taxpayer cash, and thinking about how much he despised humanity in general, when the knock came. Frowning, Owen looked up at the calendar with the red-circled dates, and then back at the date on the paper. Nope, it was definitely not Wednesday yet. Which meant it wasn’t Craig coming by to check up on him…unless it was one those unannounced stop-bys that were nothing more than cleverly masked attempts at trying to catch Owen up to no good. His first plan was to just sit still and not answer. Out of the few possibilities it could be, his mother being the seco
