Twenty-SevenThe sun had set when Peter left Krista, but instead of driving home, he headed in the opposite direction toward Tockington. He needed to speak with Aaron in person.
When he finally arrived at his friend's home, he sat in the car collecting his thoughts. He didn't know what he was going to tell him and though he'd had over an hour to work it out, nothing suitable came to mind. A rap on the car window startled him. Peter opened the door and got out.
“You scared the crap out of me, brother,” Peter said, lightly punching Aaron in the arm.
Aaron laughed. “I know, you should have seen yourself jump. I thought it was rather brilliant myself.”
“You would. Feeling better then?” Peter asked remembering his friend's illness.
“Yeah, I think I ate something that didn't agree with me. W
