“Well,” he stalls.
“What?” I repeated, less than amused.
“You know how your school is quite a ways away from here?”
“Ugh, don’t remind me about this school nonsense… wait! Did you
buy me a car?”
“You can’t drive.”
I shrugged, dejected again.
“It’s better than a car.”
“Rider, you know I’m not into this nonsense. Just tell me.”
“I bought an apartment building in West Hollywood.”
“What’s West Hollywood?”
“Oh Honey, poor unsophisticated Honey, it’s only the most posh,
up-and-coming neighbourhood in Los Angeles County.”
“I get my own apartment?”
“Building!”
“What? That’s ludicrous!”
“I want you to manage the apartment. Do you think you can handle
that?”
“Please, what you do here? I could do it with my eyes closed.”
“And go to school every day.”
“Not a problem. But you need to talk to the guidance counsellor
about advanced courses so I can graduate early.”
“Honey, don’t wish your life away.”
“I’m not. I’m wishing my life would start.”
He sighed. “Okay.”
“So that’s it? I just need to go to school and I can run an
apartment building? Across town! And I get my own unit in the
apartment, right?”
“Of course.”
“Amazing!”
“But you have to walk to school.”
“What!”
“But it’s only a block and a half away.”
“I guess.”
“Does this mean I’m never going to see you?”
“No, I’ll be over when I tire of takeout.”
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