Chapter 28: You’re LateDid you have fun? Noah asked, a smile in his eyes, while I hurriedly fixed a cup of coffee on Monday morning and prepared to go to work. I nodded, grinned.
Is J. your boyfriend now?
I think so. Did you eat? I asked
He nodded.
Do you know how amazing you are?
He grinned happily.
You’ve got your stuff ready to go to Mrs. H.?
He nodded.
I showered, dressed, and we were quickly out the door and walking down the street, hand in hand, to Mrs. Humphries’ house.
I was twenty minutes late and Mr. Owen chewed me out like a dog chewing a bone, but nothing was going to ruin my day, not even that mangy bastard.
“You’re late!” he moaned as I hurried to the check stands.
Mr. Owen was taller lying down than he was standing up. He was so fat he could hardly do more than wa
