‘What are we ever going to say?’ He was asking valid questions, but I wasn’t sure what the answer was. ‘Hey Crispen, we know about last night,' I answer as if it's that simple.
‘And when he asks how we know?’ s**t, he asks great questions.
‘I don’t know, Mason; I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that my father wants to end Crispen’s life.’ Which is surprising but also kind of not.
‘How is that so surprising?’ I mean, it isn't, but it is.
‘I don’t know. I guess I just never imagined him going against the Stellagazer’s predictions or whatever.’ As I said that, I saw my father coming, so instinctively, I pushed Mason down into the pushes. I realized as I did it that the bush I pushed him into was on the verge of a hill which meant while my father walked closer to me, Mason
