Chapter 20
“SHANE?”
Shane came around the corner of a bookshelf and stopped short, “What are you wearing? What,” Shane moved his hand around wildly in front of his own chest, “what is that?”
“That, my friendly book enthusiast, is called a t-shirt.” Carter answered amused at the look on Shane’s face.
“Yeah, but it’s like, not a t-shirt. It looks stiff and… too…” Shane walked closer to Carter and felt the material on the short sleeve, “Is that ironed?”
“Yes and starched.” again, Carter was amused.
“Then it isn’t a t-shirt, my dude. Stop ironing your shirts.” Shane pointed at Carter, “You gotta relax.”
“I brought back the book you gave me.”
“And, ah-ha, good, right?”
“Yes, it was, surprisingly. It was short, however very full of irony. Truly made me think.”
“I know, right. One of th
