Chapter 13
Lennon’s alarm roused him to a soggy, rainy day. He guessed it was bound to happen. New England in fall got that way, after all. He might not like it, but it was a good match to his mood. He groaned for a moment, and then he dragged himself out of bed. Hiding in the bed all day and pretending that the world wasn’t just plain wrong wasn’t a solution.
No, the only solution was to make it better, and that was something that Lennon wasn’t going to be able to do by feeling sorry for himself.
He hosed himself off and got ready for swimming. Ben was ready to go, of course, as soon as Lennon emerged from his room. He didn’t look Lennon over, of course. He kept his eyes on the wall. “You really do this every morning.”
“I skipped Sunday.” Lennon closed his eyes and let his shoulders f
