A couple of weeks later, I looked out the bedroom window and saw Finn walking quickly down the sidewalk as a bus pulled away down the main road. Did Finn catch the bus? I wondered. Couldn't be.
When I came into the kitchen a few minutes later, Finn was seated at the table with a notebook and several textbooks. I glanced down at his work. "That looks awful."
"I know." He smiled ruefully. "Fucking O-Chem."
"Indeed," I said, amused. "Where's Nick?"
"Out of town," Finn said in the same tone of voice. "No rides today."
Neither Nick nor Finn had mentioned that Nick was going out of town, but I decided to continue my meager meal preparations rather than discuss the matter further.
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Nick & Finn
General FictionFor me, it started as the worst summer of my life. For them, it started out as a social experiment. And though we only crossed paths for a short time, I'm grateful for the experience. It taught me to never be comfortable, and it changed our lives ir...
