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He hadn’t shaved before we went out, so when he rubbed his chin, I
could see the stretching shadow. “Adopting. Why? You don’t want to be
pregnant or something else?”
“When I was a kid, I took my parents for granted. When my father died,
it shook me so bad. I felt abandoned by both of them, and I was eighteen.
Practically an adult. Can you imagine being a little kid and feeling like
that?”
“No, I can’t.”
“Okay, then can you imagine being the person who doesn’t abandon
them?”
He screwed the cap back on his bottle and stuck it in the circle at the
end of the armrest. “You’re a good person.”
The lights went down and the show started again.
After the last bow was taken, we joined the flow of bodies walking out,
arm in arm so we wouldn’t get separated. Loranda waited right out front,
illegally parked. She smiled at us and waved, opening the back of the
Cadillac. Some stared, some ignored it, but everyone had to change their
path to get around it.
Logan stopped in the center of the front courtyard. The breeze blew his
hair out of place as he faced the Cadillac.
“What?” I asked.
“Let’s take the bus.”
“The what?”
“It’ll be fun.”
He made it to Loranda in five long steps. By the time I got to them, his
driver was closing the back door.
“Logan,” I said.
“Where’s the bus stop?”
“Do you have a Tap card?” I asked. “Or cash even? Like dollar bills.
They don’t change hundreds and I spent what I had on a soda.”
He looked down, instinctively patting his pockets. I expected him to
turn them out. “How much is the bus?”
“I have it,” Loranda said, reaching for her wallet.