“My boss had my house towed?” Finn said with a scowl.
“Towed? Like a trailer?” I asked.
“I renovated an old school bus. Turned it into a motor home.”
“For real?”
“I like buses.”
“I remember, but that’s damned amazing.”
“I like buses even more, now, since I met my best friend on one.”
I chuckled. “Technically we met in the hospital.”
“True. Buses are even more special, though. Mine was plenty big enough for one person. It had heat, a hookup for water, hot and cold with solar power, a small kitchen…A tiny kitchen.”
“You’re talented.”
Finn shook his head. “Not really.”
“Yes, bruh, musical and handy.”
Finn tensed at the mention of music.
“So, what happened to the bus?” I asked.