Chapter Thirty-two
As I hurried toward Studio B, the sound of my shuffling feet reminded me of saddle shoes on old linoleum in junior high hallways after the second bell. I hated being tardy. Marly was on her side of the booth sorting through new CDs. I hung up my bag out of the way.
“Hey, sorry I’m late. I got stuck on the freeway.”
“Yeah, whatever. Look who’s got a new CD out. We’ll play it later. Here.” She handed me the jewel case. “Since when do you take the freeway?”
Caught without an umbrella! “Oh, um, I spent the night at my old house. I told Jennifer I would try harder.” Marly looked at my day-old clothes. “It’s an experiment,” I added.
Marly went about her business, and as usual I couldn’t tell if my words made any sort of impression on her. My first thought was to explain m
