I walked into Room 208 and straight up to Mr. Acevedo.
“Welcome back, Rip,” he said. “How was the holiday?”
I held out my fist.
He gave me a pound. “We good?”
“We’re good.”
Mr. Acevedo smiled. “A few days away does a body good.”
I flung my bag onto my table. It slid off and onto the floor. I looked at Mr. Acevedo and shrugged.
Then Red and I headed for the cafeteria.