CHAPTER SEVEN
I’ve never really understood why the lighting in furniture stores is always dim and dreary. I mean, I get that they want to create a comfortable ambiance and all, by my hell. If I’m really going to let Dad buy me a new couch today, I’d like to see the exact color I’m about to pick out.
It’s been three days since I met up with Mac, and quite honestly it feels like a lifetime. I actually miss him, which is a new feeling for me. We set out to accomplish a bit of homework this week, and intend on following through with our mission this coming Saturday. We’ll meet up first thing that morning, study up on the plan A, along with plan B or whatever other emergency scenarios we can come up with, and then execute at nightfall.
I have my doubts. In fact, I’m scared out of my damn min
