Dropped Off

Fionna didn’t speak all the way back to my house. She didn’t say a word when we got into Mr. Nuthatch’s car, in the backseat, and she didn’t speak when he asked her where she lived. I didn’t particularly like the fact that he was the one driving her home because I didn’t want to be alone with him on the way back. Nevermind the fact that he seemed to have a habit of forgetting which side of the road he was supposed to be driving on. I was able to give him directions to Fionna’s house, even though I’d never been there before. 

We pulled up her long driveway and stopped outside of a bright pink house. I had a feeling it hadn’t been that color a few weeks ago, before the Flamingos moved in, but it certainly fit their family name now. Again, Fionna refused to let go of me, so I slid out the back door of the sedan, and she came along with me. It made eve