Chapitre 26: Chapter 26: NOT IMPRESSED

Outside sat a huge fancy touring bus with black metallic paint and a purple and white sash running down the side, with Flynn and three other guys' faces on it, was sitting in our driveway. He can stay there for all I care, I thought. He hadn't really kept in touch with Martin when he left college, except for that time at Christmas, so I figured he hadn't been a true friend to him. Unlike Martin who had collected people. He made friends like no one else I'd ever met. He always used to say, "You can't have too many friends."

I pulled on some sweatpants and a hoodie, and slowly made my way downstairs. Auntie Joan was sitting, staring at the fireplace when I entered the room.

"I'm not hungry, but maybe I should try some dry toast or something."

She turned to look at me and smiled. "Sure, I think that would be a wise move, honey."

She stood and looked out the window. "Flynn's bus is still out there, Valerie. Are you sure you don't want to talk to him?"