The week goes by slow, but Salem gets done everything he needed to. The sculpture is ready to glaze, and Atlas has sent him his address. This is absolutely insane, Atlas was always so resolute about Salem never coming over, so he'd written the idea off. The fact that he's now been to the guy's house, met almost his entire family, and is currently on his way there... it's almost surreal.
Salem has his music loud, to keep from overthinking and making himself too nervous. He can't believe he's driving to Atlas' house right now. Oh, if freshman Salem could see him now. He'd be so proud. Well... probably more confused than anything. Whatever.
The Di Angelo house really isn't all that far from the Chief of police's. Only about fifteen minutes, give or take. It feels much longer, because the music really isn't helping all that much with his nerves. It's different, going there when he's drunk out of his mind. When he was like that, he didn't worry about anything.
