Kaelan

“Lazarus, I am going to be a little bit late,” I said over the phone in my car.

“You seem to already be out of the house,” Lazarus observed.

A car had honked too loudly and impatiently, and Lazarus had heard it even though my windows were wound up.

“Yes, I am,” I responded.

“Then why are you going to be late?” He asked. “I am already at the company, and I would think that leaving your house meant you would be on your way here already,” he said.

“I just have a few ...