“True. And Dad doesn’t owe us anything. I just wish he’d, you know, do the dad stuff.
Take my brother to school in the morning, make sure he does his homework, not disappear in the middle of the night to escape prosecution, et cetera.”
“I’m sorry.” “You say that a lot.” “I feel it a lot.” He looked up at me.
“Have you ever been in love, Aza?” “No. You?” “No.” He glanced down at my plate, then said,
“Okay, if neither of us is going to eat, we should probably go outside. Maybe we’ll catch a break in the clouds.”
We put our coats back on and walked outside. It was a windy night,
and I tucked my head into my chest as we walked, but when I glanced over at Davis, he was looking up.
In the distance, I could see that two of the poolside recliners had been pulled out onto the golf course, near one of the flags marking a hole.
The flag was whipping in the wind, and I could hear the white noise of traffic in the distance,
but it was otherwise quiet, the cicadas and crickets silenced by the cold.
We lay down on the loungers, next to each other but not touching, and looked up at the sky for a while.
“Well, this is disappointing,” he said. “But it’s still happening, right? Like, there is still a meteor shower. We just can’t see it.”
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