lady.
Sure, Carol might be a little rough around the edges, but she had a lot of great qualities. She was a hard worker, honest, and kind. She had been widowed for the last ten years, and now that her husband was gone, she said the diner was like her family. The friends she made there kept her from ever feeling lonely. Yeah, he and Carol were good companions for each other, without a doubt.
Trevor parked in front of the diner and Tom turned to him. “Listen kid, maybe you should try one more time with the girl. Forget about all the other nonsense. It seems like you really like her. What the hay?”
“What the hay? Really Mr.T?” Trevor shook his head at Tom. “I don’t know, maybe I will.”
With that, they got out of the Grand Polluter and went inside to get some noodles.
CHAPTER 18
One of the most disturbing cases in recent Cleveland history, the Paula McNulty case stirred anger in even the most seasoned law enforcement officials. On that fateful day in September of 2010, police received the 911 call…
Even when Lorene saw it in print, she almost didn’t believe it. Her curiosity about Trevor had finally gotten to her. A couple of days after he broke up with Bea, Lorene and Reggie looked him up on the computer. She wanted to find out something about his parents—his past—anything.
And what she found out was sho cking. She had heard about the tragic story when it happened; everyone heard about it. Lorene had forgotten the name of the family involved, but she never forgot the case. She could only say a prayer for him now, and hope the best for him. My God, that poor kid.
The last three weeks had been q uiet ones at the Stewart house, but not necessarily quiet in a good way. Bea was depressed, there was no doubt about that. Lorene hadn’t seen the girl smile even once. This was Bea’s first real crush and she was already emotionally fragile, so this reaction didn’t surprise Lorene.
What did surprise Lorene, was how she found herself feeling lately. She couldn’t get Trevor McNulty out of her head. Here was this boy, who came from a horrible upbringing and experienced things that should neve r be inflicted on a child. Then he had to live with the only family he had—an uncle who seemed to be a real piece of work.
And what d id Trevor do? Did he turn to drugs, or a life of crime? No, he did the exact opposite. He did something more generous than most of the privileged kids in Bea’s high school would ever do—he gave to others.
Lorene walked over to shut the kitchen window. The weather was beautiful earlier, but a wicked summer storm had rolled in off the lake in a hurry. The thunder was loud and the rain was heavy.
Bea would be home soon and Lorene was curious to see how today’s environmental fair went. For the past couple of weeks the fair was the only thing she seemed to care about. Bea’s school always did a joint project with the Andrews Academy for Boys.
He r partner was a nice enough kid named Kevin, and they had spent a lot of time together recently. Bea said that she really liked Kevin but Lorene knew better. On a scale from one to ten, Bea’s excitement level when she mentioned Kevin was about a two. When she used to talk about Trevor, it was off the charts.
As Lorene started preparing dinner, the doorbell rang. She wasn’t expecting company, only Bea. She opened up the door to find a giant bouquet of orange Gerber daisies in front of her. They were wrapped in pink cellophane and battered from the heavy rain. Behind the drooping, half-ruined flowers was a very wet Trevor. He was clad in a soaked sweatshirt and ripped jeans.
She looked over his shoulder toward the driveway, and saw his bike lying in the grass. The boy rode his bike, a twenty minute car-ride from Westwood, with those flowers in tow! He looked downright pitiful.
“Come in, come in,” Lorene
Sure, Carol might be a little rough around the edges, but she had a lot of great qualities. She was a hard worker, honest, and kind. She had been widowed for the last ten years, and now that her husband was gone, she said the diner was like her family. The friends she made there kept her from ever feeling lonely. Yeah, he and Carol were good companions for each other, without a doubt.
Trevor parked in front of the diner and Tom turned to him. “Listen kid, maybe you should try one more time with the girl. Forget about all the other nonsense. It seems like you really like her. What the hay?”
“What the hay? Really Mr.T?” Trevor shook his head at Tom. “I don’t know, maybe I will.”
With that, they got out of the Grand Polluter and went inside to get some noodles.
CHAPTER 18
One of the most disturbing cases in recent Cleveland history, the Paula McNulty case stirred anger in even the most seasoned law enforcement officials. On that fateful day in September of 2010, police received the 911 call…
Even when Lorene saw it in print, she almost didn’t believe it. Her curiosity about Trevor had finally gotten to her. A couple of days after he broke up with Bea, Lorene and Reggie looked him up on the computer. She wanted to find out something about his parents—his past—anything.
And what she found out was sho cking. She had heard about the tragic story when it happened; everyone heard about it. Lorene had forgotten the name of the family involved, but she never forgot the case. She could only say a prayer for him now, and hope the best for him. My God, that poor kid.
The last three weeks had been q uiet ones at the Stewart house, but not necessarily quiet in a good way. Bea was depressed, there was no doubt about that. Lorene hadn’t seen the girl smile even once. This was Bea’s first real crush and she was already emotionally fragile, so this reaction didn’t surprise Lorene.
What did surprise Lorene, was how she found herself feeling lately. She couldn’t get Trevor McNulty out of her head. Here was this boy, who came from a horrible upbringing and experienced things that should neve r be inflicted on a child. Then he had to live with the only family he had—an uncle who seemed to be a real piece of work.
And what d id Trevor do? Did he turn to drugs, or a life of crime? No, he did the exact opposite. He did something more generous than most of the privileged kids in Bea’s high school would ever do—he gave to others.
Lorene walked over to shut the kitchen window. The weather was beautiful earlier, but a wicked summer storm had rolled in off the lake in a hurry. The thunder was loud and the rain was heavy.
Bea would be home soon and Lorene was curious to see how today’s environmental fair went. For the past couple of weeks the fair was the only thing she seemed to care about. Bea’s school always did a joint project with the Andrews Academy for Boys.
He r partner was a nice enough kid named Kevin, and they had spent a lot of time together recently. Bea said that she really liked Kevin but Lorene knew better. On a scale from one to ten, Bea’s excitement level when she mentioned Kevin was about a two. When she used to talk about Trevor, it was off the charts.
As Lorene started preparing dinner, the doorbell rang. She wasn’t expecting company, only Bea. She opened up the door to find a giant bouquet of orange Gerber daisies in front of her. They were wrapped in pink cellophane and battered from the heavy rain. Behind the drooping, half-ruined flowers was a very wet Trevor. He was clad in a soaked sweatshirt and ripped jeans.
She looked over his shoulder toward the driveway, and saw his bike lying in the grass. The boy rode his bike, a twenty minute car-ride from Westwood, with those flowers in tow! He looked downright pitiful.
“Come in, come in,” Lorene
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