Chapter 32: You’ll Be LateNoah woke me. He looked at Jackson and grinned from ear to ear as he tapped his wrist.
“s**t,” I said.
You’ll be late, he said.
You’re not kidding, I thought.
Noah grabbed my bath towel from where it hung on the back of my closet door and handed it me.
I made coffee, he said.
Let me wake up, I said.
I couldn’t afford to be late again, not with Mr. Owen ragging my ass.
I sat, pulled the sheet over to cover my nakedness, and smiled sheepishly.
Noah didn’t seem to notice or care.
Me and K. are going to the B-u-f-f-a-l-o P-a-r-k today with Mrs. H. Can I have some money for a soda?
Of course. No soda. Juice. That’s the rule.
Please can I have a soda?
You know the rule.
Please, daddy? If you let me have a soda, I won’t tell Memaw about him.
He threw a sig
