Chapter 11

“Thanks for dinner,” Rob said as they stood on the sidewalk. “You know I appreciate it.”

“Any time. You want me to drop you off somewhere?”

Rob shook his head, then obviously changed his mind. “Would you mind taking me to the Tenth Street Shelter? I need to shower and they have a couple of washing machines, if they’re working.”

“You got it.”

Ten minutes later, Darren parked his car in front of the shelter. “I can wait, if you want, and take you back downtown.”

“Naw. I’m good.” Rob got out, saying before he closed the door, “Thanks, again, for everything. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you soon.”

“You’re welcome. Be careful, okay? No more run-ins with punks.”

“Trust me, I’ll do my damnedest to avoid it.” Rob hesitated then added, “My friend,” as if uncertain he should say that.

“We arefriends,” Darren told him. “Never doubt it.”

“Yeah, I guess we are.” Rob closed the car door and hurried to the front entrance of the shelter. When he got there, he turned to salute Darren.