Chapter 3

From then on, I spent hours every day in that car. Nobody seemed to miss me or care. After a while, I started poking around, cleaning the seats, dusting off this and that. I looked in the glove box and found nothing but an old condom wrapper. I glanced nervously over my shoulder, but there was no back seat. Weird. There was, however, a wasp nest behind the left rear wheel, and I had to deal with that. That was the night of junior prom, and, of course, I didn’t go. I had a terrible crush on a boy named Denny who ended up taking a girl named Marie. I cried in the car for the first time that night.