6: COMMUNION“Mel, you almost ready for school? You’re gonna be late,” Travis called through the door after knocking three times. “You don’t want another detention, do you?”
“Be out in a sec,” Melissa answered with a mouthful of toothpaste.
She spat into the sink and grabbed her hairbrush. Looking at her reflection while dragging the bristles along her shoulder-length hair, she thought about meeting with Graham after school. She smiled about how she had faked receiving detentions so her parents wouldn’t expect her home for at least an hour to ninety minutes after school had ended, using that time to rendezvous with her twentysomething-year-old boyfriend.
Sometimes being scolded at home for a “fake” detention was worth the stolen time she spent with Graham.
Daydreaming about her beau and
