Chapter 22
Chloe
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I WASN’T SURE what Graham’s conversation was about, but after he hung up the phone, he was wearing his crabby pants again. I could see from his expression that something had really pissed him off.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
“It’s fine,” he replied curtly, avoiding eye-contact.
He had to be the moodiest man I’d ever met.
“I just received a text from Tank,” Jessica said, looking at her phone. “He said we can pack it up and leave if we want.”
“Good,” Frannie said, walking over with two steaming Styrofoam cups. “Here.” She handed Graham one and then me. “This is the last of the apple cider anyway. I have another cup with your name on it, Jess.”
“Thanks, Mom,” she replied.
Graham and I also thanked her.
“You need a ride home?” Graham asked, taking a sip fro
