If there was anyone I could do talk to about the red eyes, it would be dad. I’d thought about it before, but the sum of courage I had was too low. In the negatives even. I just couldn’t do it.
Nonetheless, here I was, standing still in front of dad’s door and pondering for several minutes whether to knock or weasel out of what I came here for. If I wanted dad’s respect, I knew I had to do something about the Energy Gods module Rick gave me. Dad wouldn’t trust me unless I got some sort of sample.
To my luck, I happened to be prepared with a lock, or several strands of Atlanta’s hair. It was the easiest to get on my part, and all it took was a visit to her house. Did I feel guilty for taking her hair? It’s just her hair. Yes, one hundred percent.
I knocked on the door as softly as I coul
