scarf and mittens. Also a hat that pulls down over my ears. And very warm socks. I donât get all this talk about global warming when itâs barely halfway through November and already itâs iceberg city.
Leoâs wearing a heavy winter jacket with a hood.
Ironically, a guy in an old car pulls over as weâre walking up the ramp toward the highway, and we havenât even had a chance to get cold, âLet me guess. You twoâre about to hitchhike,â he says. âHop in.â
Leo starts to get in the front when the guy says, âGirls in front.â
âThatâs okay,â I say. Iâm a bit creeped.
âRules are rules,â he says.
Leo says, âWeâll pass.â Then he slams the door and mutters something I donât exactly hear but I can pretty much guess what it was.
The guy takes off with squealing tires and blue smoke.
âCreepy,â I say.
âLoser,â says Leo.
Eventually, another car stops and this time the guy looks like an ordinary person. No creep vibes. Heâs going to Yarmouth, so weâve scored a drive all the way to exit six.
It takes three more drives before we get from exit six to North West Cove. The last drive is a guy who knows Leoâs aunt and the guy she lives with. âThey got a little girl stayinâ with them, I hear.â
âYeah,â says Leo. âMy sister.â
âOh. Mm.â Right away the guy reads Leoâs mind and doesnât ask any questions. âNice youâd be going to see her.â
âYeah.â
Itâs comfortable in this car. I donât mean the seats or anything. I mean the atmosphere. This manâs definitely very nice. Perceptive. Considerate. He drives us all the way to Janeâs house where thereâs a transport truck parked in the driveway. Silver and blue and very shiny. Itâs only half a transport truck because the big box part isnât on it. Whoever owns this either just bought it or they clean it with a toothbrush after every trip.
âShit,â says Leo, not quite under his breath.
Iâm putting two and two together, adding things up to the fact that this truck belongs to Leoâs father, because Leo said he was on the road so much. Genius.
âAh, I donât think Janeâs home right now,â says Leo. âMind dropping us off down at the garage?â
When the car pulls away from the garage, we stand there for a second not saying anything. Then I decide thereâs nothing to lose by stating the obvious. âThat was your fatherâs truck at Janeâs.â
Leo says nothing.
I make another loop around my neck with my scarf.
âLetâs go in here for a minute,â he says.
Inside the garage itâs only slightly warmer. Thereâs a counter where they sell bars and chips and pop. The guy whoâs been putting cigarettes into a drawer stops and looks at us.
âYou want anything?â says Leo.
âNo, thanks.â
He buys a chocolate bar and we stand inside while he eats it. I can tell heâs trying to figure out what to do.
âMaybe heâs not actually at your auntâs. Maybe he just left his truck there,â I say, trying to be helpful.
The guy behind the counter says, âIf youâre looking for someone from around here, theyâre likely at the firemenâs breakfast. Pretty well everyone goes. Finishes up about eleven or thereabout.â
Leo opens the door and leaves.
âThanks,â I say to the guy behind the counter.
Iâm starting to wish I wasnât here. I feel all weird again, like Iâm nobody and Iâm nowhere and no one knows me. Which in a way is true. I hate when I get this feeling. âSo now whatâre we going to do?â I ask.
âGo back to Janeâs.â
I donât like the stormy look in Leoâs eyes. Heâs fuming mad about somethingâ¦probably the fact that his fatherâs around. I