Chapter 69

Ned gives him a sharp look, unnerved. “Nothing.”

If Bobby’s waiting to be asked the same question, he’s got a long wait coming. Ned stares at the road ahead and hums tunelessly beneath his breath to fill the silence pressing them together. Another few miles to campus, two stoplights and one left turn, then he can go back to drowning in self-pity. Alone.

But at the turn Bobby speaks again, his voice easily interrupting Ned’s thoughts. “What about tomorrow?”

“What?” It comes out harsher than Ned intends.

“Tomorrow,” Bobby says again. “Got anything planned for tomorrow? It’s Christmas.”

No shit.Ned shrugs but doesn’t answer.

Feeling his way around the words, Bobby says, “My parents felt bad about ditching me for the holiday. I mean, it’s not like I’m a little kid any more, you know? But still. My mom sent me a fully cooked dinner—spiral ham, homemade mac and cheese, cranberries, the whole nine yards. Just needs to be heated up and it’s good to go. Easily enough for two.”