Chapter 8
When it rains, it pours—and the deluge was fast approaching.
But first, I was approaching. Todd that is. It was later in the evening, though, technically, very nearly early in the morning. I’d dropped the costume off at the store. I was already in my undies and crawling into bed.
“Where were you?” he asked from his side of the room, his voice sounding drowsy, eyes barely opened.
“Studying,” I lied.
“In the middle of the night? But the library is closed. Everything is closed.”
“I have a key to the coffee shop. I have a test tomorrow.” To which I corrected with, “Um, today.”
I felt lousy for lying. I felt worse for what I’d done to his brother, to him. I felt good for Doug. Oh, and I’d put a pot grower out of business. It was both a lose/lose and a win/win situation. How was
