Because I’m always at home. I never have “sleepovers”. “Want me to talk to her?” Quade offers in a bubbly voice. What a suck-up. He knows my mother would melt in the palm of his hands. “You know full well you’d just have to flash those perfect teeth at her and all would be forgiven.” “It’s simple then. Let me have a little pow-wow with her. Then everyone’s happy.” He chuckles as we pull into my driveway. The gates are open, so I’m assuming Dad has taken Charlie for a walk. I’m glad he’s doing something outside of the house and the Palace. Hopefully Charlie wasn’t scratching on my door half the night. “Whose car is that?” Quade asks, pointing to the dusty red Holden Barina with spider webs taking over the side mirrors. Thanks to Dad leaving the garage door open, Quade’s seen it, and a can of worms might just be about to be opened. Dammit. I haven’t driven my car since graduation.
What do You think about Losing Faith (Surfers Way)?
