He slips his shoes off at the door and makes his way into the kitchen. It’s not an official knock, but at least he’s making an attempt. Eddie heads across the street to Lake’s house, and Gavin walks inside, tapping his knuckles against the front door. Is there a sign on my house instructing people not to knock? Lake never knocks anymore, but her comfort here apparently extends to Eddie as well. “IS LAYKEN OVER HERE OR over there?” Eddie asks, peering in the front door. That’s all I really have to say right now… We’re having dinner with Gavin and Eddie tonight. I wouldn’t be able to do it without them, that’s for sure. Luckily, my grandparents have been supportive while I work on my master’s degree. For right now, though, I’m living off student loans. Hopefully, by this time next year, I’ll be teaching again. I’m thinking about applying to local schools for another teaching job after next semester. Didn’t get the days I wanted, but I only have two semesters left, so it’s getting harder to be picky about my schedule.
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