10. Girlfriend
I do wait for Aaron, and he does drive me home.
Talking about it is another story.
I didn’t have a lot more in mind to say than what I already have, and Aaron can’t seem to decide what to say first.
He keeps starting and then cutting himself off, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel and rocking back and forth even though his car has no working sound system. I can’t tell if he’s still angry or happy or both. He once breaks down into a few seconds of laughter that he won’t explain to me.
“My dad won’t be home,” I tell him, though by now he knows that’s always more likely than not. “Come in with me? Maybe do an extra update of the experiment?”
We’ve already done our morning update and there’s nothing newer than that to record, but it takes off the pressure to fi
