Chapter 16
How’s your day looking? Alex texted Damian on Sunday morning.
It took Damian an hour to answer. Had to drive the fruit to the market today since Carlos’ knee is still not up to the truck’s clutch. So I’m getting a late start and probably won’t get into Fresno till dinnertime. With the traffic, and classes tomorrow, I can’t get over to Santa Cruz. Sucks. Hate it. I’m sorry…
Alex looked over his day-planner app full of class assignments and work tasks, made a few estimates, and texted a reply. Don’t sweat it. We’ll work something out. ;)
With a chuckle, he turned to his workload and raced through some of the graduate student’s bug-ridden program.
By half past three that afternoon, he was in the Subaru and accelerating toward the highway. Just after six o’clock, he climbed out
