I’m only a block away from Sadie’s when a cherry red convertible pulls up alongside me. Have I noticed his fancy car before? Honestly, it’s hard not to notice Malcolm’s car. But I’m not sure I’ve given it the proper consideration.
“Hey,” he says, killing the engine. The street is quiet except for a crow and the light thump of two naughty sprites. “Catch of the day?” he adds.
I examine the Tupperware. “You could say that.”
“I’m sorry,” he says, “about earlier. I was a ... jerk to your friend.”
“You mean Jack?”
Malcolm makes a sour-apple sort of face. Yes. That’s exactly who he means.
“We went to school together,” I say. “I’ve known him since kindergarten. But I’m not sure I’d call him my friend.”
“He thinks you’re friends.”
“Jack thinks a lot of things that aren’t always true.”
Mal
