Chapter 23

“I can tell.”

I slammed the rakes against the metal wall. We were transferring things from the basement a few pieces at a time so Dad could change the whole thing over to a family room. “Dude, you spoke to him for three seconds.”

“That’s all it took.”

The sliding metal door made a shrill, heinous sound that perfectly conveyed my feelings toward this conversation.

“I’m going to take off,” Cal said.

“He’s bringing you coffee.”

“You drink it.”