I checked my messages and missed calls on the way to the high school with Zack.
“Did Manny call? Text?” His voice was hesitant as if he didn’t want to poke me.
“Of course.” I sighed. “I’m not going to get back to him until after this meeting.”
Zack hummed in agreement and kept driving.
We didn’t talk the rest of the way. Instead, I tried to figure out what the deal was with Flip and why he gave a damn Manny and I were speaking again. What was all the s**t about me stealing Manny’s jacket? I guess in a way I did. But why did it matter? Manny had it back now.
What puzzled me more was why Manny put up with the guy who had to be at least in his late twenties and maybe even thirty but acted like he was a late blooming sixteen and had been coked up every time I saw him. How could Manny find
