“Kari, this is Buck.”
“Oh. Um. Hi.” She sighed. There must be people who enjoyed going out on Friday evenings, but all she wanted to do was curl up in jammies, eat popcorn, and enjoy a mindless movie. After a week of attempting to teach teenagers, the last thing she wanted was to have a conversation, especially an awkward one. “What’s up?”
“We’ve never had that talk you promised,” he said. “How about I come over? We can discuss what’s going on.”
“Ah, that won’t work, Buck. I’m beat.” All right, the polite thing would be to say she was sorry, but she wasn’t.
A pause. “Are you still mad at me for Monday? I said I was sorry.”
Apparently the discussion would be now. She sat down at the kitchen table and tried to prepare herself. “I’m not mad.”
“Well, good. Then I’ll pick you up for the l
