Chapter 9Rory was singing as he drove. He’d set up a new playlist, being heavy-handed with classic rock. Danny would like that. He had almost one hundred songs on it and, if Danny wanted, they could add more. He had beer and had picked up an interesting looking pear liqueur that he’d never tried but that had sounded promising. He’d scoured through the racks at the grocery store looking for new, cool snacks and found nothing. He’d finally chosen potato chips and licorice. Danny had texted and said they were going to order Chinese food and Rory was bizarrely excited about that. It had been ages since Rory had eaten Chinese food—years probably. If someone mentioned Chinese food in the city, everyone instantly started screaming for sushi (which Rory always felt the need to point out wasn’t eve
