Chapter Fifteen
We’re driving back to UCT when Noah looks up from his phone and says, “Do you mind dropping me off at home? My aunt needs me to fix a TV, and my dad’s pretty useless at electronics. Normally I’d tell her to wait until the weekend, but it’s my grandmother’s TV, and she’s kicking up a major fuss.”
“Sure, no problem.”
“Thanks. It isn’t far. Only about ten minutes from UCT.”
“Ten minutes?” I look over at him, then back at the road. “Your home is ten minutes from UCT, but you live on campus?”
“Nine people under one roof, remember? I had to get out.”
“Oh yes. That must have made you a little crazy.”
“More than a little, I think.” He turns the radio up and smacks out a rhythm against his knees while occasionally pointing out which way I should turn. When we arrive in front
