Maxine
Mom: I’m so sorry honey, Margery’s car had some faults this morning, it’s at the shop. What time are you done? I’d come get you and then go back to work.
I read my mom’s text on my phone.
It’s currently pouring rain, so there’s absolutely no way to get back home unless she comes to get me. Or, I could just follow Bran home.
No.
We had a heated academic argument in Literature class about The Handmaid’s Tale and I’m still mad. I could also ask Poppy to drop me off since she lives near, but it feels too soon to be asking for favors. I don't want my mom to have to leave work, either.
“I think Bran’s heading over here,” Poppy nudged me. I turned around almost immediately.
“Hey, ready to leave?” he asked, holding a closed umbrella.
Oh. He’s offering me a ride back?
“Yeah, sure,”
