Chapter 21Devante floated the idea of spending Sunday and Thursday nights in Brighton to his father when he got home that afternoon. Carl gave him a look that was clearly suspicious, but all he said was, “Sounds reasonable. My best to Charlie. Kid still got two couches?”
“Yup,” Devante said, guilty and relieved in equal measure. “One’s big enough for me, too, so all the better.”
“Well, alright then.”
That Thursday, Devante carted a backpack in addition to his messenger bag to his shift in the afternoon. At dinner, Mike noticed the extra baggage in the staff room. “You moving somewhere?” he asked, nodding to it.
“Keeping some things at Michael’s place,” Devante said. “Clothes and stuff. I’m gonna start spending nights, so he cleared out a drawer for me.” Mike had no poker face, and clea
