Chapter 23
The rest of their day was boring, lonely. After asking Danny if he could drive Angel home, he’d driven Michele back on his bike, not teasing her with his crazy driving, not enjoying riding, as he usually did. At home, Grim sat, brooding on the living room sofa and watching the television. In one of his quiet moods and wouldn’t be drawn out yet. Michele understood, and didn’t blame him for being upset. Being made to choose between his girlfriend and sister, kind of sister, and his best friend. Michele knew he was pissed at Clay. She hoped he wasn’t pissed at her too.
Danny arrived a few minutes behind them, dropped Angel off, and went back to the river to fish. Angel wasn’t in a talking mood either. She sat in Clara’s rocker and slept.
Clara was at work and wouldn’t c
