“We do not tolerate tardiness, boy,” Henry says, trying to stand tall at the front of the room. It’s hard to look intimidating compared to Adrian though. “The flyer said 6:15.” Adrian’s low voice echoing through the silent room has my pulse fluttering. “We changed the meeting to six, it was on the community Facebook page,” Henry says, haughtiness coating his scratchy voice. “I don’t have Facebook.” A chorus of gasps filter through the crowd and I can’t help but giggle.
