For the second day in a row, Miri and I left campus, but this time I put her in my car. We still went to Lucy's though. It just seemed like the right place to go - at least my autopilot seemed to think so.
I helped Miri onto the couch and propped her on a few pillows with a blanket tucked around her. Her body had begun to quake, even her eyelids twitched. She'd barely said a word since we left school, but I hadn't been too chatty either. I mean, what could I say? That I was a b***h? I think she already knew. That I had no social skills whatsoever? Pretty obvious from the get-go.
So I let the autopilot take over and sat back in the time-out corner of my brain while I watched my body do all kinds of things and felt the spark grow. Like smoothing the hair off Miri's sweaty forehead. Or hold
