Chapter 13The wheels rolled up on the driveway, and Josh’s heels landed on the cement. Steve wasn’t there yet and usually arrived first. This unexpected tardiness raised concern. Maybe he should let Steve pick him up next time, better waiting at home than on the street.
The helmet was hot, so he took it off, got up, and stored it in the side compartment. Then he straddled the bike again and waited.
He liked the neighborhood. Under a row of bright streetlamps, the block bloomed with desert willow, and petals fell from red-leafed plum trees. Tall palms swayed in the warm wind.
Nice yard, a lawn and big pines, the round boughs billowed like storm clouds in the dark. Most of the houses he’d seen so far had desert landscaping, which he learned more often than not amounted to a lonely cactus
