“Wow. that was an awesome movie, Oz.” Liz says as Oscar unlocks the door to Fyfield House.
“You know, I read about ‘Sita Sings the Blues‘ in Tech Dirt,” says Jake, “But I had no idea how funny it would be.”
Oscar sighs. “The animation is what gets me. So beautifully well done. Whenever I watch something like that I curse my parents for neglecting to bequeath me the slightest touch of artistic talent.”
“Have you ever tried to draw or anything, Oz?”
Oscar nods. “Years of persistence and I’ve barely mastered stick figures. And XKCD has that covered.”
“We all have stuff we’re not good at.”
“True.” Oscar shrugs as he locks the door behind them. “That’s it for me then. Night kiddies.”
“Me too,” says Liz. I am pooched.” She knows if she sits up with Jake he’ll want the lowdown on Ethan, so she hoofs it to the staircase tossing them a wave over her shoulder.
“I’m just gonna zone out with the tube, then.” Jake says, clearly not happy to be ditched, watching Oz head down the hall to his room. “Night guys.”
When Liz opens the door to their room she sees Amelia’s not back yet, but nothing is marked on the calendar. Amelia’s next scheduled shift isn’t until tomorrow night.
As Liz undresses she feels a little uneasy. Is the right guy in jail? Where is Amelia? Her roomie should be back, it’s after eleven on a school night. Amelia shouldn’t be running around out there alone, darn it.
Climbing into bed, Liz sets her alarm, then grabs the beat up paperback off the night stand, admitting to herself that she’s every bit as bad as Maggie. She tries to read but it’s hard to concentrate. The heroes are negotiating a tricky cave system, and Le Cagot is ragging on Nikolai. It’s a fun bit and she loves the larger than life character of the gruff Basque poet.
What a romantic. She’d love to find a man like him.
Or would she?
Ethan. Half of her wishes Ethan was here right now and half of her wishes he wasn’t such a good kisser. The last thing she needs is to think about Ethan.
Setting the book down, she reaches for the fanny pack and pulls out her cell. About to phone, it occurs to her that maybe Amelia’s out getting lucky or something. She has been spending a lot of time with Eric. Maybe she’s getting over her crush on Jose. Better not to call. Instead Liz Tweets:
@ameliawrites Hey girl what’s your ETA?
Liz smiles thinking how much her Mom would give her a hard time for using the word “girl.” The older generations just get so hung up on non essentials. Still, it’s worrying that there is no response. Thank God Mom doesn’t tweet. It would be too creepy having Mom lurking. Still no response. Maybe she could go back down and watch TV with Jake. Just too tired.
Liz props the phone on the table, plugging it into the charger to keep it online, just in case. Picking up the the book again, Liz reads until she drops off to sleep.
