Another step, this one up onto the sidewalk, and Stacy thought maybe the scrape diminished somewhat. Less noticeable, really. A third step closer to his apartment and the mark completely disappeared. Maybe Lamar wouldn’t see it right away, not until he waxed again. He wouldn’t think Stacy did it and besides, he’d have no proof.
Fingering the keys in his pocket, Stacy turned away from the car and hurried up the stairs to his apartment. He imagined his mind clearing with each step, erasing the morning and the new teacher, leaving Darian behind. By the time he reached the landing he was almost convinced that he hadn’t just come from the high school or he’d missed going over to Ange’s, and that it wasn’t his key that scraped Lamar’s car.
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