“I think I could tolerate it. But I’ve gotta run if you’re picking me up at 11:15. See ya. Hugs to your mom.”
“Yeah, later!”
Well, Justin thought, that could have gone worse.
He picked up Bailey, they stopped by the house so Bailey could say hello to Moira and leave his bag, and then drove to the mall, where they had lunch and went to a movie.
They were grumpy with each other. Justin felt both pissed off and at the same time guilty, and he judged that Bailey was having similar feelings.
The three of them fixed supper together and, after the dinner mess was cleaned up, watched something completely forgettable on television. Moira, who obviously sensed something was wrong, attempted to keep the small talk flowing, asking questions about their classes, about Bailey’s family, about anythi
