Chapter Thirty-eight

Mr Bush check in with a receptionist three minutes before the appointment time and try not to let the last-minute arrival bother him.

Mrs Debbie is already anxious and impatient It is overshadowed by the fact that Dylan was not there and she tries his cell again, but gets only voice mail.

"That bumper had swayed us." Mrs Debbie sounded mean.

The secretary that came their way has a flat chest and acne scars pitting her cheeks and jowls, the sort of woman who has become mean just to survive.

"Please, come inside, we're sorry for keeping you out." She was too nice that she got a red cheek from Mrs Debbie.

Dylan's eyes rammed through the crowd, he checked his wrist, now that everyone was busy meeting their class it seems an opportunity for him to sneak out.

"I thought we would meet today at the bar." Mr Turner trudged Dylan's shoulder.

Dylan turns to face him with a sly look. "Let's have a drink, Mr Turner." Dylan ignored every line of words said by the man.

Mr Turner turns to the side. "