I looked at the passing cars on our way back to Casey's apartment, during dinner I've lost my appetite after Casey mentioned that he was moving to the farm. I didn't know what to say to him or how to look his friends in the eyes when I didn't even know what he was planning on.
"You are awfully quiet." Casey observed. "Does it have to do with what I said at dinner?" He asked. "You didn't even discuss it with me before telling them." I replied unable to look at him.
"You are mad." He noted.
"Of course I'm mad. You are throwing your life away and for what?" I asked looking at him for the first time since we got into the car. "Me? Moving to Tennesse is not some spontaneous adventure. You are a basketball player/city boy. I'm not going to let you throw your dreams away because you want to
