When Bob woke up it was noon. But instead of the floor he was on Cathy’s bed, tucked in.
She was waiting nervously, checking her email. On the far corner was a camera on a tripod, recording Bob’s every move.
“I’m sorry, I just…”
“No, you’re not. You’re tucked in, in my bed, in my room, without my parents’ knowledge. How could you possibly be sorry?”
She had a point. Bob realized she was in more trouble than he was at this point.
“Not so fast. Why are you stalking me?”
“I wasn’t stalking you. I just wanted to talk.”
“You broke into our home to talk about Digitown? Stop conning me. Be a man and own up!”
She had just used the age-old trick of asking a man to behave like a man. But it only worked on men. On Bob, though, the effect was to turn him into mush.
“I love you.”
“You crazy #$@#$ freak!”
“I didn’t mean to offend you. It’s the truth.”
“You don’t know me. And I don’t even want to know you. What made you think you could…”
“Just shut up, okay? Stop asking me too many questions. My head hurts.”
Cathy glared at him like a lens at f/0.95 in direct sunlight.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. I’m just tired of walking, and the gun, and that camera. What’s with the camera?”
“You walked here from Wolfcrow?”
“Yeah. Shit! I have to get back. My folks will be freaking out!”
Bob automatically went to her door, then stopped.
“Is your dad still at home?”
“No, he left for work. But don’t you dare think of leaving by the front door.”
“What if someone catches me leaving from the window?”
The idiot’s got a point, Cathy thought.
“Okay, wait here a minute.”
She put aside her laptop and went downstairs to spy on her mother. After what seemed like an eternity she came back, out of breath, and dragged him down the stairs. All the way out the front door.
She relaxed when she they were finally on the street.
“Who’s that boy, Cathy?” Rachel had heard something, but she wasn’t sure what it was.
“He’s a friend, ma.”
“Well, bring him in. I’ve made some ice tea. He looks like he hasn’t eaten in a month.”