Chapter 12
Tristan looked through the Frost fence at the empty school yard and blew into his hands again. Mid-November already, and it was getting cold. “My toes are going numb,” he said, looking over at Bernie.
Glad in a big blue parka, Bernie was blowing into her large coffee. “I told you to wear your winter coat.” She handed him the coffee. “Hold this, it’ll warm your hands.”
“Thanks.” He took a sip of the hot drink and shivered. He’d been picking Pip up from school for two weeks now and was starting to get used to this new routine. It was a nice change from sitting in traffic or chasing sales all over town. He was starting to relax again, even sleep better.
The school bell rang and moments later, the fastest kids were pouring out of the doors. Pip would be a while. He was always th
