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with a genetics emphasis.”
After a pause, Nate laughed. “No offense, Emery, but I have no idea what that is…This is crazy. If you’re done with college, what are you doing now?”
“I’ve been helping my mom in the lab. This coming quarter, I’m continuing my studies at Stanford.” He said this so matter-of-factly, like somehow this was all so normal.
“I can’t relate, dude, but Stanford, cool.”
I heard a vibrating sound like an electric razor and the rustling of clothes.
“Sweet, dude. A Droid.”
Lucky, I couldn’t help but think. I so wanted a cell phone.
“Excuse me,” Emery mumbled, absently. “I need to check this text.”
The room fell silent while he picked up the text message.
During this quiet, I mulled over my gathered intelligence, coming to this conclusion: The presence of this geeky-dressing, adult-talking fifteen-year-old college graduate and Droid owner, who had a missing mad-scientist mother, an absent “classified” father, and unnerving self-assurance, most definitely posed some kind of danger.
Who knows? He might even be dangerous himself.
Seven
Lost Love
For the next half hour, I sat outside Nate’s room, bored out of my mind. Now I knew more about superheroes and their many perils than I ever cared to know.
Fifteen minutes earlier, Miss Carmichael had left. In the living room, Mom and Dad continued to discuss the situation. Deciding their conversation deserved to be private, I stayed tuned in to Nate’s room.
The stairs creaked.
Springing to my feet, I moved left to my bedroom door. When Dad reached the top of the stairs, I gave the impression I was coming out of my room.
“Hi, Dad. What’s up?”
“I wanted to see how everyone was getting along. How is Emery?”
I shrugged. “Don’t know. The boys have been shut up in Nate’s room.”
Dad smiled, tapping on Nate’s door. When told to come in, he opened the door. He looked pleased by what he saw. I peeked, too. The boys formed a triangle on the floor, comic books scattered around them.
Stepping into the room, Dad picked up a comic book off the floor. “It’s been a long time since I read Captain America. ”
“Daddy, come in with us,” Chazz said excitedly, scooting closer to Emery. “Sit next to me.”
“I’d love to.” Dad plopped down next to my beaming brother.
Nate glanced at me in the hall. “Are you coming in or not?”
I kept my eyes on Nate but noticed Emery looking at me. Feeling flustered, I committed myself to something I normally avoided. “Well, you know how I love comic books, but I’ll have to pass,” I said with a nice bite of sarcasm. “I’m going to help Mom in the kitchen.”
Nate gave me a suspicious look.
“She’d appreciate that, Cass,” Dad said, impressed.
My heart jumped when Emery abruptly jumped to his feet. Stepping over the comics, he stood in the doorway, his eyes locked on mine. “Cassidy, I didn’t have a chance to talk with you downstairs. It’s nice to see you again.”
I blushed. My awkwardness made me angry. “Thank you,” I replied sharply. Pivoting, I walked away, feeling Emery’s eyes on my back. Reaching the top of the stairs, I heard Nate say, “Don’t take it personally. She’s been an emotional roller coaster all day.”
I bit my tongue to keep from shouting something that would prove Nate right, though he was right. I was not myself, in every which way.
Entering the kitchen, I reluctantly asked, “Would you like help, Mom?”
My voice startled her, causing her to splatter the tomato sauce she’d been stirring on the range top. Wiping the mess with a standby sponge, she smiled. “I’d love the help, Cassy. Why don’t you grate the cheese for the lasagna? It’s on the island.” She continued stirring.
“Sure.” I smiled in return, wanting to kick myself hard.
While rummaging through a lower cabinet for the grater, I glanced up at Mom’s profile. Deep in thought, she had a resolute expression on
After a pause, Nate laughed. “No offense, Emery, but I have no idea what that is…This is crazy. If you’re done with college, what are you doing now?”
“I’ve been helping my mom in the lab. This coming quarter, I’m continuing my studies at Stanford.” He said this so matter-of-factly, like somehow this was all so normal.
“I can’t relate, dude, but Stanford, cool.”
I heard a vibrating sound like an electric razor and the rustling of clothes.
“Sweet, dude. A Droid.”
Lucky, I couldn’t help but think. I so wanted a cell phone.
“Excuse me,” Emery mumbled, absently. “I need to check this text.”
The room fell silent while he picked up the text message.
During this quiet, I mulled over my gathered intelligence, coming to this conclusion: The presence of this geeky-dressing, adult-talking fifteen-year-old college graduate and Droid owner, who had a missing mad-scientist mother, an absent “classified” father, and unnerving self-assurance, most definitely posed some kind of danger.
Who knows? He might even be dangerous himself.
Seven
Lost Love
For the next half hour, I sat outside Nate’s room, bored out of my mind. Now I knew more about superheroes and their many perils than I ever cared to know.
Fifteen minutes earlier, Miss Carmichael had left. In the living room, Mom and Dad continued to discuss the situation. Deciding their conversation deserved to be private, I stayed tuned in to Nate’s room.
The stairs creaked.
Springing to my feet, I moved left to my bedroom door. When Dad reached the top of the stairs, I gave the impression I was coming out of my room.
“Hi, Dad. What’s up?”
“I wanted to see how everyone was getting along. How is Emery?”
I shrugged. “Don’t know. The boys have been shut up in Nate’s room.”
Dad smiled, tapping on Nate’s door. When told to come in, he opened the door. He looked pleased by what he saw. I peeked, too. The boys formed a triangle on the floor, comic books scattered around them.
Stepping into the room, Dad picked up a comic book off the floor. “It’s been a long time since I read Captain America. ”
“Daddy, come in with us,” Chazz said excitedly, scooting closer to Emery. “Sit next to me.”
“I’d love to.” Dad plopped down next to my beaming brother.
Nate glanced at me in the hall. “Are you coming in or not?”
I kept my eyes on Nate but noticed Emery looking at me. Feeling flustered, I committed myself to something I normally avoided. “Well, you know how I love comic books, but I’ll have to pass,” I said with a nice bite of sarcasm. “I’m going to help Mom in the kitchen.”
Nate gave me a suspicious look.
“She’d appreciate that, Cass,” Dad said, impressed.
My heart jumped when Emery abruptly jumped to his feet. Stepping over the comics, he stood in the doorway, his eyes locked on mine. “Cassidy, I didn’t have a chance to talk with you downstairs. It’s nice to see you again.”
I blushed. My awkwardness made me angry. “Thank you,” I replied sharply. Pivoting, I walked away, feeling Emery’s eyes on my back. Reaching the top of the stairs, I heard Nate say, “Don’t take it personally. She’s been an emotional roller coaster all day.”
I bit my tongue to keep from shouting something that would prove Nate right, though he was right. I was not myself, in every which way.
Entering the kitchen, I reluctantly asked, “Would you like help, Mom?”
My voice startled her, causing her to splatter the tomato sauce she’d been stirring on the range top. Wiping the mess with a standby sponge, she smiled. “I’d love the help, Cassy. Why don’t you grate the cheese for the lasagna? It’s on the island.” She continued stirring.
“Sure.” I smiled in return, wanting to kick myself hard.
While rummaging through a lower cabinet for the grater, I glanced up at Mom’s profile. Deep in thought, she had a resolute expression on
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