Chapter Eighteen
Milo
"That was so weird," Clara said, looking out the windshield. "The more I think about it, the more it freaks me out. It's like those fish came back to life."
I just nodded. I agreed the situation was odd, but I was more upset it had put a damper on our first time together than with some fish catching a second breath.
We ordered at the drive-up speaker of Scotty's Drive-in, and as we were waiting for the server to bring our food to the truck, we both sat, lost in thought.
"Do you want to go somewhere once we get our food?" I asked her.
She shrugged. "Like where?"
I didn't have an idea. I just wanted to take her mind off the depressing scene that was taking place in her basement washroom. I thought a moment, and when I came up with nothing, I sighed and shrugged m
