“Oh, you mean the diner? That’s very nice.”

Bones had gone 0-3. No way Estelle was going to let me be friends with this kid. So five minutes after he had gotten to my house, we took him back to his.

The apartments at Ridgewood Estates are pretty nice, but certainly not up to the Estelle Standard. When we got out of the car, she looked around like we were at the zoo. We went in a door and down a hall, and Bones went to open his apartment door, but it was locked.

“Do you have a key?” Estelle wasn’t going to leave him just standing outside the door, but I could tell she was annoyed. Bones shook his head like he knew the answer would greatly disappoint her.

Just as we were about to take him back to our house, Bones’ mom came flying down the hallway. I remember how happy she was to see him. She was dressed in a waitress outfit, and she was really tall and very pretty.

I still don’t get how Bones is such an ofus (that’s the combination of a big oaf and a doofus), seeing that his mom could easily have been a model. She had no makeup on and looked really young. Her darkish skin seemed to glow, and she spoke with a slight accent, but I had no idea from where.

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