Then started back toward my car.
I was most of the way there when a man caught my eye.
I waved at the tattooed biker and kept marching toward my car.
Maybe he would share that I was here with his friend.
Bernice from The Mercantile was checking her mail when I got to my car door.
I waved at her and dropped down into my car, angry.
I wanted to see him.
I wanted to talk to him.
I wanted to kiss him.
Angry, I put the car in Drive and drove home.
When I turned onto my street, a familiar looking person was running down it.
Dr. Pendelton’s kid.
I wondered what on earth he was doing, but figured he was a runner based on his ridiculously bright and ugly looking tennis shoes.
He was sweating, and he looked focused, didn’t even acknowledge me as I passed.
Which I was thankful for, because every time I saw him now he creeped me the hell out.
And I saw him everywhere.
The store. The library. Skating down the road in town. Always with that damn snake around his neck like it was an accessory.
I wondered how the hell he got any work done when he was out and about as much as he was. Dr. Pendelton said his son was still in high school. Surely the homeschooling schedule wasn’t this lax. I’m sure he still has classes if he was even still going to school.
When I got home, I helped my mother with the animals while Dad went into Bozeman and did a huge supply run.
I kept my phone on me every single second as I waited for the other shoe to drop.
“You okay?” Mom asked quietly.
I nodded jerkily.
“You don’t seem okay,” she pointed out.
I pursed my lips.
Mom laughed. “Talk to me, baby girl.”
I’d told her everything last night about Odin.
Mom hadn’t been surprised. Neither had Dad.
Which frustrated me because it’d taken me completely by surprise.
I wasn’t mad, per se. But I was frustrated that he could’ve shared and didn’t.
Though maybe I was more mad about not being able to get a hold of him this morning than I was about him not telling me he was my daughter’s “dealer” so to speak.
