“Are you sure they’ll be here?” Theo asked Apollo, pulling into the long driveway of an extravagant Fayette County house and turning left at a fork.
“They should be,” Apollo answered. “Tim said they were headed to a party, and this is the only party happening in this area. Even the barber knew about it,” he continued, stroking his smooth head. Theo groaned as he heard Apollo reach toward the dash, turning off the air conditioning. “Why don’t you ever ride with the windows down? Even when it’s hot, real air is always better,” Apollo said.
Keeping his eyes on the driveway, Theo flicked the air conditioning back on, ignoring Apollo’s obviously stupid question. “My car, my rules.”
“Word. Oh, I meant to tell you, I saw like four people get parts in their head while I was there.”
“So? Parts
