Chapter 12For Elliot, Saturday had been much like he’d described to Micah, although it had required a lot more borrowing of tools than he’d admitted. He’d spent even more time debating what food to buy and how to best extend his (Micah’s) money and feeling guilty the entire time. Saturday night he almost confessed what he’d done, lying in bed as his sheets glued to him, Micah’s noises telling him he was still listening even as he fell asleep. Micah might not even remember in the morning, but Elliot would have confessed.
The thought of the subterfuge made him feel worse. So he hadn’t.
They’d talked again Sunday night, about nothing in particular, although mostly about the behavior of shoppers in the lead up to Christmas and how grateful they both were that the cold snap had ended and the
