My mother came home after saving a life, no doubt, and relieved me of my babysitting duties. It took every ounce of my resolve and self-preservation not to push Reese on the terms of our conversation planned for later that evening. I paced the house, and when my mother asked what I was doing, I went for a walk and paced the neighborhood. Finally, I tried to digest the e-book I was reading on our front porch. I found it hard to concentrate on the story, but it did help me push my thoughts to the back of my brain, albeit briefly.
I saw in her pull into her driveway, and I headed across the way to her house at seven forty-five. The evening was cool and damp, a light rain blanketing the grass, and I shivered as I knocked on the door. Reese opened it with a sheepish grin and I let my eyes scan
