AxemanChapter 9
On Thursday, I picked up the trio from school, took them to the bank, and then dropped them off at Nancy’s gym before heading to Kyle’s. While changing after a rigorous class, one of the new students approached me, the man from the same couple that stood out from last session. This session too. “Do you have a few minutes?” I had planned on showering after going home; going out in public drenched in dried sweat and stinking of four hours of B.O., wasn’t my cup of tea. Call me vain. “Let...