Twenty-Three
James and I got home from my parents’ house at a reasonable hour that night, and I messaged Jonas, crossing my fingers and hoping he wasn’t out at dinner or busy with his crew.
He answered by calling me with a video chat. I did the stupid thing where I fluffed my hair and checked my teeth before answering. When the call connected, I saw Jonas sitting in his bed, his hair pulled back and his face deeply shadowed by the harsh light.
“Hey, you’re in bed.”
“So are you. You had a good time with your family today?”
I filled him in on my day: shopping with James and spending the afternoon with Dawn and her family at Pike Place Market.
“What have you guys been doing today?”
“We went to the roulottes in town here.”
I shook my head at him. “I don’t know what that is.”
“In downt
