“You just heard the weather report, Gav. I think—”
“We’ll be inside the whole time,” he said quickly, getting up to get the juice pitcher out of the refrigerator. “I promised her.” Tonight I promised Jason I would tell him more about the country of dreams and the golden boy.
His mother drained her coffee cup and sat it down, frowning. “Well, as long as you stay inside and if it starts to get too bad, you’ll come home. Promise me.”
Gavin poured another cup of orange juice. “I promise.”
As it turned out, Gavin kept none of the promises he made to his mother, except the very last one. He and Jason didn’t spend the night there, as most of the kids would, hurricane or no hurricane. The party was held in the Fellowship Hall, which was festooned with orange and white streamers of crepe paper.
