When the clock strikes eight thirty and there's no sign of Seth yet, I begin to panic.
I'm lying on Patricia's bed and she's seated cross legged opposite me, munching a sandwich.
She sits there looking at me like I just lost my mind.
"What!" I snap angrily when I can't take her stare anymore.
She shrugs. "Why do I feel like you're hiding something from me?"
I want to say, 'because I am' but I hold back.
"Why would you think that?"
"Because I don't get why you are acting like this. Seth went to see his Mom, so what's the biggie? He is a grown ass man."
Truth is, I withheld most of the information from my best friend. I just told her that Seth went to see his parents and I didn't feel like going with him.
She just raised her eyebrows and said nothing.
"He should have come for me a
