Nine:
“Dylan, good luck with your tennis tryout!”
Elisa said to me. We’d spent the entire afternoon together; minus the class we didn’t share in common. There was a lot of family history between our people, so we kept finding new things to talk about.
I VM’ed my moms and told them I met Elisa, and they all seemed so excited, and immediately extended an invitation for her to come have dinner with us at our earliest convenience. Mom and momma were both home, but mother was still trying to figure out what happened to the coyote lycan who’d been next to our room.
Faith was shadowing my movements, and she watched Elisa and me from a discreet distance. I’d not yet introduced my new friend to my literal shadow.
“You do realize that mixed Asian chick is tailing us, right?”
Elisa asked, and
