It was around eight-thirty when they left Michael’s house for him to drive Kevin home. Kevin spent most of the car ride wondering if he should ask when or if he would see Michael again. He couldn’t seem to get up the nerve, though.
As they got closer to his apartment, Michael said, “I’m going to give you my number, and I’ll need your number so I can call you later this afternoon.”
Kevin shifted uncomfortably. “I don’t have a phone.”
“You what?”
He shrugged and slouched down in the seat. “I couldn’t pay the bills.”
Michael nodded. “Okay. We stop at the store first then.”
“For what?”
“We’re getting you one of those pay-as-you-go cell phones.”
“Michael—”
“You’re not going without a phone, Kevin. How do you make calls now?”
“The drugstore down the street still has a pay phone.”
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