When he reached the steps of his house, Tim noticed that Luke’s bike wasn’t out front. He’d made a big deal out of telling his dad on the phone that he would ride his bike over right after he grabbed an outfit from home. Since it wasn’t there that meant neither was Luke. Tim grabbed the skateboard he’d left upside down in the front yard and headed down the hill to Luke’s house. Dusk was falling and even though the sun was still up, it wouldn’t be for long. It made him chuckle a little to imagine Luke’s face once he realized he lost track of time again and it was getting dark. Besides, he couldn’t wait to tell Luke about the angry guy and his insinuation that they simply hadn’t seen what they claimed. Like he thought they imagined it, or worse, made it up. He glided down the path leading to Luke’s front door. When he got to the end, he jumped off the board and jogged up the front steps. Tim knocked—once, twice.
