Friday had finally arrived. Emme Lou had called that morning to remind Ward they had made tentative plans for Friday evening.
Ward couldn’t imagine what he’d said to give her that impression. However, he sidestepped the issue by saying he was sorry, but he had other plans. Seemingly undiscouraged, Emme Lou had asked if it were anyone she knew. Ward didn’t know what to say. If he told her it was Tyler, she was forward enough to invite herself to come along for old times’ sake. She and Ward, and Tyler and Tiffany had regularly double dated.
So instead he lied. He told her they needed him to unload a truckload of grain right then, and he had to go. Still undeterred, Emme Lou had said, “Maybe another time, I’m free most any day.”
“That was interesting,” Tyler said as he and Ward made their
