Noah

It's morning, and surely I am late to school—not what I expected but what I believed I was getting.

The driver had stopped at the parkway so that I could alight from the car.

Today was the sixth day Max was away from school, and though I told myself I didn't miss him, I clearly did, and most of all I was bothered about him.

His father hadn't said much about him, still furious over his absence at yesterday's gala.

Mr. Hawthorne had promised that I would be getting a new car soon, ...