Chapter 12
Back on the bus, Stacy took a window seat and frowned through his reflection at the stores and shops they passed along Crater Road. Why was his mom so pissed at him anyway? Sure, he forgot to call or stop by but school kept him busy…and hadn’t that been her idea in the first place? She could’ve just as easily called him.
Which she did.
Shifting in his seat, Stacy pressed his temple against the window, the glass cool from the a/c unit set into the sill, and stared at the turning hubcaps on the car beside the bus. He kept trying to tell Lamar he should get a set but his friend didn’t want them, said they were too modern for his ‘vintage’ Firebird. Like the gold rims he had on there now were classics.
Stacy’s mother didn’t like Lamar much—to be completely honest, that had been
