βThrow down the keys!β Gregβs up-reached hand waited for the familiar thud.
βI canβt. Dadβs home and heβs suspicious. He says I canβt go camping with you.β
βYouβre eighteen, Marco. He canβt stop you. And anyway, you can love whoever you want. Just throw down the damn keys.β
βWill he be there?β
βWho?β Greg was going to make Marco work for it.
βJoshβ¦ as if you didnβt know.β
βYeah, he says he canβt wait to see you.β
The keys plopped into Gregβs hand. βPack your stuff. Iβll be back as soon as I pick up the beer. No chickening out!β