Gabe could see that his parents’ house was already open for the morning fresh air, something his mother always did, which meant they were both up. On any other day of the year, he would have strolled up the front steps and into the house. To say hello to both his parents.
But today, he did not. He had no real inclination to do that, wasn’t he didn’t think, ready to have another yelling match with his mother. So he did not, walked down the driveway and used his own key to their garage to open the roller door, so he could get his bike out and take it with him.
Cinda’s house didn’t have a garage, just a single carport, though there was plenty of room down the eastern side of her house, for a small shed, one that was big enough to house his bike. He was going to have to talk to her about pu
