Chapter 22
Even though the tension across his neck and shoulders had eased considerably, Connor’s sense of displacement remained strong, sitting in Trish’s rental car beside the high school and the cannery. A picnic lunch of surprisingly good ham sandwiches and a long hike along the river left him feeling pleasantly tired.
What should have been a difficult conversation with Trish left him feeling sad, but somehow not nearly so tied up in indecisive knots.
Heavy clouds threatened to put a damper on tonight’s big football game that even his city boy soccer-playing self knew everyone in town was excited about. His parents were discussing attending themselves if it didn’t turn into a downpour.
Something about community spirit and rivalries and such.
Connor had no intention of going with t
