So he walked around downtown exploring some more. Revisiting his past. The stunted half howl of a police siren caught his attention. Caleb rolled down the window. “You want a ride?” “Depends on where we’re going.” “My house. I’m on my own for lunch. India’s stopping by her mother’s.” “So you guys do everything together? Does she burp you and change your diaper, as well?” Jack taunted. “Some days,” Caleb agreed good-naturedly. He opened the door and slid into the car. “Look, man, I’m not going to say I’m sorry for what happened at your house. I’m not.” “Didn’t ask you to.” “If you screw up with Bets, it’s going to happen again.” “Fair enough.” “You’re too cheery and way too accepting.