Chapter 33
Leaning around Peter, Jamie looks down the table at Thad. “Hey, you going?”
With a guilty start, Thad attacks the eggs congealing on his plate. “What? Where?”
“The market,” Seth says. “Last lunch in London. What do you say?”
The thought of spending the day shopping in an open-air market doesn’t appeal to Thad in the least. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Some of us are going to go backstage at the Barbican,” Peter says.
“The Vatican?” Mark jokes. “Who’s us?”
Peter rolls his eyes. “The Barbican, jeez. To see the symphony?”
Thad mumbles, “He wouldn’t know because he made us ditch it, remember?”
“Ah yes, the essay.” Seth claps a hand on Mark’s shoulder. “You should go. Maybe Canada will give you extra credit.”
“I’m spending our last day at the pool,” Mark says. “I heard some of the rifles say they were skinny dipping.”
Seth’s eyes widen. “You’re shitting me.”
Mark shrugs. “Why don’t you come on by and see for yourself?”