I hid a smile behind my hand, my eyes traveling to Claude. He and I’d always shared the same sense of humor. We weren’t as close as I was to Maureen or Brenda, but that’s because he was a boy. I was surprised to find him staring grimly at Junie instead of sharing a smirk with me. I wrote his expression off to the rumbling storm. It made the air hot and uneasy, thick with that smell of torn sky.
