Ten minutes more of a walk, and I’ll be at the meeting spot, with my nerves lit up but no sense of danger. The council tried to talk me out of it again, but I refused like before, I don’t want to miss the chance to know anything about my mother, even if it is a trap. Buford brought me to the side that afternoon.
“I know you’re mad at me, but let me go with you, just to make sure you are ok” ugh and of course I told him no as well if he wants to be distant, I damn sure will let him know what he is missing.
The tiny but of fear in my stomach, I don’t know who I will be meeting, but I hope they actually know something. Walking into a hole in the wall bar downtown, I seek out a table in the back to sit at, a waitress comes by asking if I want a drink, I order a soda. Still not old enough to
