Chapter 6

Pip walked up the three steps leading to his porch and entered the house, mumbling a quick “Hello.” He was probably too shy, like his dad.

Rain slipped the schoolbag off his shoulders. Dressed in weathered red jeans, white Vans, and a lavender hooded sweater, Rain looked like an artistically-bent teenager off to the skate park. He stood on his side of the short wrought-iron fence dividing their lawns, clearly not quite sure of what to say.

Tristan raised his glass. “TGIF, right?”

“Oh, are we Friday already?”

Tristan drained the last of the scotch. He could feel Rain’s nervous energy from where he sat and it made him even bolder. “Yes, we’re Friday,” he said, leaning his elbows on his knees, sustaining Rain’s stare. “It’s been a long week and an even longer day. Thus, the early drink.”

“I’m so lost this week. I thought we were Thursday.” Rain stuck his hands inside the pouch of his sweater. “So, then no homework tonight. Cool.”