It takes us ten minutes to walk to the shooting gallery, and when we arrive, Finn and Melissa are talking to each other. Finn is wearing his work vest and shirt. He’s standing outside of the gallery and a college-aged girl in a matching uniform is working behind him. As Liam and I approach, Melissa and Finn stop talking.
“So,” Melissa says to Liam, “Finn wants to go to swimming.”
“Actually, I wanted to go surfing,” Finn says to Melissa, but then forces a smile at Liam and me when he says, “but since we all can’t do that, we should go swimming instead.”
Once I hear Finn’s comment, I have to struggle to not scream in frustration. It is so obvious that Melissa had no clue what Finn was up to. It’s so stupid, her wanting me to have to invite him. I’m about to lay into her for the mess she’s
