13
THE STORM BEGINS
Phelonius, Smith, and Irving were gathered around a small fire. They were all sitting on the curb, watching the flames just onto the roadbed from the gutter.
“Where are we?” Irving asked quietly. He didn’t like being out in the open at night.
“San Diego,” Smith answered as he stretched his legs toward the fire. “Where have you two been holed up anyway?” he asked as he retracted his legs.
“I have no idea,” Irving said
“That is a good thing,” Phelonius said. “If I wanted you to know, Smith, I would have told you.”
“I was just making conversation,” Smith said.
Irving looked to Phelonius, and Phelonius looked to Irving.
“Hahaha,” Irving laughed heartily.
“I find your remark…off-putting,” Phelonius said with a smirk and a dour expression. “I doubt you say anything;
