Mystery
As I walked back to Exquizit my mind was racing back and forwards over what had just happened. I was so distracted in thought, that it took me a few moments to realize that I had taken a wrong turn and was now going in the opposite direction.
I wanted to confront BJ. To demand an explanation about what had occurred in the café, the cell phones and his calm manner that seemingly resolved the situation, but what could I possibly ask him?
I laughed nervously to myself and turned back around, my mind whirling. I had now sketched a clear new image of BJ’s arm in my mind. After being in an accident, BJ had had a long deep red scar that separated in two ways like broken glass half way down his arm. The raised scar had stood out prominently as it wove from his elbow, down his forearm an
