Tempting The Bad Boy
Wishing I hadn't seen it at all.
"I think we're done," I tell Heath, not wanting to find out if it was just one wrapper or an entire box worth.
"But we haven't vacuumed yet?" Heath says, pointing to the Dustbuster on the driveway, and that's when I see Andy, walking towards us, a paper bag in his hand. He looks miserable, like he's been kicked around and left for dead. I feel bad for the kid; he looks like shit, and it's taken guts to show up here.