“Take my Jeep.” Conor tosses the washcloth in his laundry hamper. “What?” “Yeah, come to my game,” he says, his eyes lighting up. “You drive down to Buffalo in my Jeep and I’ll ask Coach for permission to skip out on the bus ride back. We can stay an extra night and go shopping, hang out, whatever.”
Conor I don’t even know if you know how down bad you are
