It was complicated, but she complimented him on his resourcefulness. Later, as Claire dropped the two of them off at the address Wesley had given Neil, she smiled. “I’m glad you’re doing this. I think it will be good for you two. I’ve always wished I could have joined a band when I was your age.” “It’s just a tryout,” said Bree, opening the passenger door, grasping the handle of her viola case. “You sure you don’t need a ride home?” asked Claire, looking more hopeful than he’d ever seen her. Neil opened his door too, feeling a heavy blanket of guilt. He promised himself he’d tell the aunts everything sometime soon, no matter the consequences. “Eric said he’d drive us when we’re done.” “Try to be back before dark. And call us before you get on the road.” She might as well have said, No long joyrides, please. “I don’t want Anna to worry.” “We will,” said Neil, stepping onto the sidewalk, pushing the door shut. Claire honked the horn as she pulled away.
