It was the next morning. Gus was on the bus, lost in his thoughts, trying to figure out how he had seen his dad’s tractor—and how to see it again. The bus passed a long, uphill driveway with woods on both sides. Gus vaguely registered surprise, because they usually stopped there to pick up a blonde girl—a fellow sophomore, if he remembered correctly. He couldn’t think of her name. Apparently what’s-her-name wasn’t going to school today.