A little while later, a packed overnight bag next to me on the passenger seat, I made my way slowly to Theo’s house. I hated driving in the rain, and this particular storm had been dumping a steady downpour for hours with no real sign of letting up. I knew it wasn’t too far to Theo’s home, though, so I felt brave enough to chance the drive.
I noticed several cars going around me, but that was all right with me. When I pulled into the driveway, Theo opened the front door. Grabbing my bag, I ran inside as fast as I could, hoping I hadn’t scattered too much rain in his entry hall.
“There you are,” he said, greeting me with a tight embrace. “I was getting worried.”
“I’m wet,” I protested, trying to push away from him.
“I know, I know.” Theo helped me out of my raincoat and hung it on a hoo
