Not All Change is Good
"Ryoma, do you need a ride?"
"No," Ryoma replied.
"You remember how you get there?"
Ryoma paused. He thought about it for a minute.
"No," Ryoma said in a small voice, "I don't remember."
"Alright, come on."
Ryoma climbed in the backseat, while pushing his glasses up.
"Are you sure you want to go?"
"Yes, um…" Ryoma said.
"Hedrick Flexner."
"Why are you here? Where is…"
"Monty was sent to prison," Hedrick said.
"Oh," Ryoma said, "I don't like wearing glasses."
"No one does," Hedrick said, "We're here. If you need anything, my number is in your binder."
"Thank you," Ryoma muttered getting out of the car.
