Standing on the rooftop, I watch my aunt as she smokes. I keep quiet, just occasionally glancing over the edge of the roof, to see if anyone’s walking down there. I know she’s nervous. She always smokes when she’s nervous.
I wait for her to finish, then stare at her in expectation. She didn’t talk to me much as we were walking to the rooftop. Only asked how I’m doing and how’s school going. I didn’t tell her much. I didn’t know if she was told about my getaway to Cincinnati.
Finally, she takes a deep breath and gets to the point. “I had to come see you. After I was informed about what happened yesterday, I hopped on the first flight that I could catch,” she tells me, her brown eyes staring at me with worry. I sigh, realizing that his isn’t exactly her getting to the point.
I nod slowly,
