Chapter 19
“You’ve got your lunch packed?”
“Marty, I’m not a child.”
“Don’t let the other guys make fun of you cause of your cast.”
“Marty.”
“I’ll be back at four, but don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything.”
“You done?”
“One more.” I put on a simpering smile. “Have a good day and remember I love you.”
Dad glared at me and opened the passenger door to the Tundra. He got out fine, then reached into the backseat for his crutches. I was surprised he decided to take them along; he’d insisted he could do without them.
He hobbled off toward the shop—Cary’s Auto Parts—and I honked when he got to the door. He raised a hand and flipped up his middle finger. I laughed and pulled out of the lot.
A whole week and it still wasn’t old. Before long, Dad would be begging Fred to take him
