Chapter 42: PairedTacoma and Katz hadn’t returned by midnight. I stared from a second-floor window for Katz’s Harley to pull up the drive with two masculine bodies atop it, but to no avail, it didn’t. My mouth grew dry and the back of my hands began to sweat because I was nervous. For the next ten minutes I didn’t blink and left my gaze to hang on the driveway in hopes of seeing the cycle’s single headlight bouncing up and down. I also listened for the machine’s familiar and rumbling sound, hoping to smell its thick and strong aroma of mixed oil with gas to fill my nose upon its return. The ten minutes proved to be useless, though, and by twelve-thirty in the morning, I grew restless and half-angered by the boys’ irresponsible behavior.
Enough. I turned from the window and decided to go o
