Chapter 15

Michael could tell that Angel was on the verge of a laughing jag.

“Did he really just say that, about being nailed to a cross?”

“I don’t know, Angel. I’ve stopped listening.”

“You wanna take a walk?” Angel said, clearly still trying to pull himself together.

Michael looked around. The night was closing in and it was still pleasant, and being outside and next to Angel felt right.

“Yeah, why not.”

“You tired?” Angel asked as they started to walk down the dirt driveway in front of Michael’s mother’s house, which led to the main street. The landlord was always promising to pave the driveway but never did.

“A little, I guess. Work tomorrow,” Michael answered, grabbing at a bush of small yellow flowers they passed.

“Yeah, there will always be a tomorrow filled with work.” Michael saw Angel was staring off into the distance. When a car full of kids sped by, he could only smile. “But officer, we didn’t know we were speeding!”