Parker had ever seen. It was so large, in fact, that bedroom didnât seem an adequate description of it, although it did contain a set of bunk beds built into a deep recess in one of the walls. The room was teardrop-shaped with a long wall of glass that curved around the widest section of the space. At the far endâwhere the teardrop ended, a spiral glass staircase led up to a mezzanine floor that looked out over where they stood.
A friend of Parkerâs parents had once mentioned over dinner (back when his mother had been alive and theyâd still invited people around for dinner) that if you want to know what a person is really like, take a look at their bedroom. It was an observation that had stuck with Parker (that same day he had quietly taken down all the posters of his once-favorite cartoon astronaut), and he thought of that observation now as he looked around Michaelâs room. It was immaculate. There was not so much as a pen out of place. This was in stark contrast to Parkerâs own bedroom; his idea of tidying up was to push everything into a corner or, for special occasions, under the bed and into the wardrobe. Parker wondered if the room looked like this only because Michael had a housekeeper to tidy up after him, but this question was answered when Michael picked up Parkerâs jacket from where Parker had thrown it on the bed and hung it in a hidden wardrobe behind the wall by the door.
The other thing that struck Parker about Michaelâs room was that it wouldnât have been at all obviousâhad he not known it was Michaelâsâwhat the age of the person was to whom it belonged. Action figures sat neatly on a shelf alongside academic-looking textbooks. Colorful robots adorned the bedsheets, and a blue teddy lay on a pillow whilst, directly opposite, a bank of the most sophisticated and up-to-date computer equipment lined the long curved desk that had been built to fit against the glass wall.
âThe rain is supposed to let up in an hour, according to the weather reports,â said Michael, interrupting Parkerâs thoughts. âWe can playâI mean hang outâin here until lunch, if thatâs okay, then go out after we eat.â
Michael opened a drawer at the desk nearest to where he was standing and took out a remote control. He pressed a button, and the smooth white wall that curved under the overhanging gallery swooshed open to reveal shelf after shelf lined with toys.
For a moment Parker and Emma stood side by side, staring.
Michael turned to Emma. âYou can play with anything you want,â he said.
âWow, you have a lot of toys, Michael,â signed Emma, and Parker translated.
âI . . . um . . .â
Parker looked over at Michael and saw that he was biting his lip.
âI . . . didnât ask for themâmy parents just buy this stuff for me,â replied Michael.
Emma smirked. âLucky you,â she signed.
âBut,â added Michael quickly, grasping her meaning, âIâm thinking of giving most of them away.â
âReally?â asked Parker. âWhy?â
âUm . . . I donât really play with them all. I was thinking of giving them to a hospital or something.â
âAh, thatâs so nice, Michael!â she signed, smiling, and Michael smiled back.
She didnât seem to realize, as Parker did, that Michael was obviously saying this to impress her. As his sister skipped over to the toys and pulled out a long drawer that turned out to be filled to the brim with thousands of plastic building bricks, Parker turned and followed Michael over to the long desk.
âAre you really going to give them all away?â asked Parker.
âYeah,â replied Michael. âI was thinking I had too many anyway.â
âSo youâre not doing it because of her?â asked Parker, nodding in Emmaâs direction.
âNo!â said Michael
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