Chapter 3
AS HE DROVE OUT of the church parking lot and headed back for what would be his last mostly sleepless night in his miserable little apartment, Noah wondered idly what he’d gotten himself into. It doesn’t matter, he thought. Whatever it is, having Tom for a roommate couldn’t possibly be any worse than my current situation—anything would be an improvement. He put in his eight hours the next day and drove home as quickly as possible. By four, he had his old car nearly full of clothing and personal items. Tom drove up just as he was carrying the last load his car would hold out of the apartment. Within thirty minutes, they had everything else he owned stowed in Tom’s Volvo. Noah drove away without even bothering to leave a note for the asshole. I’ll confront him Monday, but I’m not
