“Hey.”
“So, I’m guessing you want a ride?”
Brody nodded at the pavement, then scratched the back of his head.
“Get in then.” Finn said.
Brody placed his board in the back, then moved around the truck to the passenger door. Trent glared out his car window as he drove past, and Finn shooed him with his hand for him to go faster. His car faded from view, and Finn got in the driver’s seat, then turned to Brody.
“So, yesterday you came here for the board, today you didn’t even set foot on the sand.”
Brody shrugged. “I watched the beach from up here.”
“Your friends were down there…”
“And I told you yesterday, they’ll expect me to surf if they see me, and I can’t. My board may be fixed but I’m still broken.”
“Did you call the hospital or your doctor like I suggested?”
Brody turned and stared out his window instead of answering.
“I’ll take that as a no. Supermarket again?”
“Please.” Brody whispered.