Chapter 9 Patchwork Style

Lorenzo had offered to drive me home for my safety. Despite the kind gesture, we rode in awkward silence and I watched out the window as the center of town turned into the slums of Blue Moon where I lived. As we pulled up outside my apartment building, I noticed the patrol car that had been present had disappeared. The cops must have finally gotten bored of doing their jobs. “Thank you for driving me home,” I said quietly, nodding more to the driver than Lorenzo but he seemed to take all the credit.