On Tuesday, the boy asked if we would come get him and bring him home for the weekend.
Because we’re mean, we said no. Instead, we suggested on Wednesday that we come visit him (one round trip is better than two) at school.
On Thursday CNU canceled school for Friday and enacted a mandatory evacuation of the dorms, due to the oncoming tropical storm.
The boy was home by Thursday night, hitching a ride with friends who will also take him back to school on Sunday. As soon as he got home, he looked in the pantry. “Hey, there’s food in here. We never had food in here when I lived here.”
Um, why do you think that is?