“You…How do you know I wasn’t?”
“You don’t look like you were sleeping.”
“Maybe I woke up just in time,” Stone said.
“Well, whose fault is that?”
“What? You’re really pinning this one me?”
“You’re Mr. Responsible,” Edison argued. “You know I’m not.”
“You know what I would tell one of my students if they said something like that? I’d tell them now that they’ve recognized the problem, it’s time to work on it.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
“Teach me how to be a good boy, Teacher man.”
“Just go!”
“I will!” Edison slammed out the door. Recalling how Addison had hours earlier, Stone saw the family resemblance, except in this case, the door opened back up almost immediately. “Thanks, Stone.” Edison ran in and grabbed a shirt. “I knew that would fix the boner. Or make it worse. With our history, I g
