Simon set the milk and eggs into the fridge, cool air washing over his face. He had managed to get home without the van dying, and planned to take it in for an estimate after class tomorrow.
He gazed at the check in his hand as he walked to the living room.
He still could not believe Senator Wycliffe had written him a check for five thousand dollars.
And had Wycliffe offered him a job?
The sound of Maura’s TV programs blared through the living room door as Simon pushed it open. Maura shoved a pack of cigarettes into her robe. Simon didn’t notice.
“What’s gotten into you, boy?” said Maura. “You’re grinning ear to ear.”