SeniorChapter 26 Adeline s rules
Sunday, March 21, 1993 Victor met me at the airport. He smiled, grabbed my bag, and asked if I wanted him to drive. I told him to give me the keys. "How was your vacation?" he asked as soon as we were in the car. "Great, we had a good time," I responded. Victor was just being polite. If he noticed the remains of my black eye and bulging chin, he used good judgment in not asking how I'd gotten them. He didn't care if I'd had a good time. He'd probably had a better time staying in...