Chapter 11
Labor Day Weekend, 1967
“Mine will make it and will do just as well as yours will,” Garrett said with an edge on his voice.
“Garrett, for God’s sake, it’s no big deal. My car is newer.”
“You don’t have to pay for everything. I’m capable of paying my way.”
“I know.”
“Then why do we have to take your car?”
Some people walked by Garrett’s apartment building. Eron acknowledged them with a smile, then chuckled at Garrett. “I guess I’m used to doing the driving and paying for everything. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
Garrett raised his hands in surrender. “Okay. Fine. We’ll take your car.”
“Thank you.”
“But I’m driving first.”
Eron rolled his eyes. “Fine.”
Their argument ate at Garrett. He chided himself for feeling like less of a man because Eron wanted to pay for everyt
