It s Good to Be a Little BadChapter 7
For the next couple of days, I avoided Bobby whenever I could. He asked if I wanted to go swimming, but I refused. I did not trust myself to be alone with him. He only asked that one time and did not seem upset when I said no, which was a relief to me. Roger was at the store, and Carol, Bobby and I were finishing lunch when Carol asked, “Hey you guys, why don’t you two go swimming at the pond anymore? It must be 80 degrees out there. I’m going to head over to see Mark and bring him the tuna...