Chapter 60
Now he glanced out at the parking lot, the shoppers heading into Wal-Mart, the few cars passing in front of the store. Then he looked up at the sky, faded like washed denim, and thought maybe it was time to get to work. Shrugging his shirt into place, he said, “I’ve got to go.”
“Stacy.”
He raised a hand to straighten his cap and she took a step back. “I hear you, Mom.” Why had he thought she would understand about Darian? Why had he even thought she’d care? Her face colored when he said, “Don’t fuck the teacher. Got it.”
As he started to walk away, she tried again. “Stace—”