'' hey , there 's my ride . i got ta go . '' chris hooked his arm through his backpack on the ground by the bench and stood . rising , shelby stopped him with a soft hand on his arm . her eyes went from sad to kinda confused . '' and chris ? about what happened just now , you know , with the kiss

i direct peter to the front door of dr. young 's office . peter parks the car in the fire lane and leans over the seat . '' i will be right back . '' it seems like hours , but it 's probably seconds when he comes out of the door with a wheelchair , a nurse right on his heels . we get my protesting mother out of the car and into the wheelchair

lauryn certainly had n't inherited it from her father , a regimented career military man , or learned it from her adoptive mother , a serene saint of a woman who never raised her voice or her hand no matter how obnoxious lauryn had been . '' want the ten-dollar tour ? '' adam 's voice intruded . she blinked . '' i thought that was a ten-cent tour

propelling himself to his feet , simon padded out into the living room , pressing the talk button just before the call went to voice mail again . '' luke ? '' '' sorry to wake you up , simon . '' luke was , as always , unfailingly polite . '' i was awake anyway , '' simon lied . '' i need you to meet me in washington square park in half an hour , '' said
luke