Chapter Sixteen
Milo
Surprisingly, by morning I felt much better. My back was still tender when my shirt brushed over it, but I came to breakfast and refused to let anyone see I was sore. My grandmother gave me odd glances, and my mother pushed her and told her to stop it.
"Are you sure you're well enough to go to school?" my mother asked.
"I'm fine," I said. And when I began to drive off, I could see them both standing in the doorway, watching my truck leave.
At school, Don was all questions. "What the hell happened to you?" he asked in the hall. "Those guys were jerks, but what made you so sick? It took me all Sunday to get the smell out of my car."
I gave an exasperated groan. "I know. I'm sorry." I didn't know what to tell him. He was my best friend. I had known him for years, an
