Chapter 8
After dinner, Dad washed the dishes while Colten and I finished our beers. We’d stayed to neutral topics for the rest of dinner with Colten filling me in on what most of our classmates were up to. A surprisingly large number of them were still here. I couldn’t believe they hadn’t all run like I had.
“Well, I better get going,” Colten said finally, and reluctantly.
“I’ll walk you out.”
Colten shook Dad’s hand, then we headed to the back door. The air was cold now. Back in Arizona, it’d still be ninety degrees this late at night. I shivered, wishing I had on a jacket.
We stopped at Colten’s truck, and Colten leaned against the door.
“Thanks again, Marty. It was good catching up.”
“No, thank you. I appreciate your help the other day.”
“It was no problem, honest. There’s not
