Eight
“You didn’t have to bring me lunch, but thanks. I really appreciate it.”
“Any time, kiddo,” JP told his niece as she slid into the truck. He handed her the McDonalds’s sack and the chocolate milkshake he’d bought her. “How’re your tests going?”
“Ugh. I don’t want to talk about it,” she replied. “I just had to listen to Luke and Becky go on about how well they did. I’ll be lucky if I get a C on my U.S. History final.”
“I’m sure you’ll do better than that.”
“I hope so. I’d like to pass at least one class with an A.”
They slipped into companionable silence as they ate their greasy cheeseburgers and fries. JP studied his niece for a few moments, deciding on the best way to broach a subject he was certain she was going to buck against. He needed her cooperation, and one wrong word w
