It Must be Monday Night

It must be Monday night. It’s almost 1000, and Evan is on the front porch wrapped in his Cowboys blanket, guzzling caffeine, and reading - just as he has done every Monday for the past two months.

He has AP Lit tomorrow morning and has forty pages to read in “The Kite Runner.” He’s only known since last Thursday, his last day of class. He chose not to read in the hotel this weekend, he chose not to read once he was home last night, and he chose not to read when he got home from early dismissal today. 

40 pages?!?? Cramming is always better! Just ask him. He must take after his dad.