Chapter 8“Break it to me gently, Reddy. Come on.”
We were at the school, out of the cab. Dreariness had taken over the night sky, all the stars now hidden by gray clouds, and the wind had grown stiff and even colder. I hadn’t yet provided Waz with a list of deal breakers, reminders of why our relationship fell apart way back when and reasons why it wouldn’t work now.
“Where’s this Sparky statue?” He let me off the hook temporarily.
“Main entrance.” I pointed about a hundred feet up from the lot where I’d pulled in.
“You couldn’t park up there?” Waz started buttoning his coat from the bottom up.
“That’s for buses only.”
He chuckled, “Of course,” and headed in that direction.
I’d barely noticed Waz’s limp back at the airport. Had I not been looking for it, I wouldn’t have noticed at a
