NATHAN
By Tuesday morning, Tyler is already giving me a hard time before I've even gotten my backpack fully off my shoulder.
"There he is. Mr. Consistency." He says it like it's an insult, which, coming from Tyler, it probably is. "Four Saturdays in a row now. You getting a plaque or something?"
"It's community service, Tyler. Not a hobby."
"Sure doesn't look like punishment. You come back from that place looking like you found religion."
Marcus laughs, falling into step beside us. "He found something, that's for sure."
"Don't start."
"I'm not starting anything. I'm just saying, guys don't usually glow after chopping onions for four hours."
"I don't glow."
"You glow, man. It's weird. It's very weird."
I don't have a good comeback because there isn't one that doesn't sound defensi
