A Gift of Thought
“Dillon protested. “What’s up with that?”His dad had grinned at his mom. And then he’d kissed her. Oh, not a serious kiss, not like a kiss with tongue or anything. But lips had definitely touched lips.“She left us, remember?” he pointed out to the oblivious Lucas, who gazed after Sylvie’s departing back with a half-smile still tugging at his mouth. “Shouldn’t you be mad at her?” “You still here, Dill?” Lucas asked, his voice quiet. Dillon tried to answer, but all he could manage to send was a “Y.”Damn. Ghostly exhaustion didn’t feel like physical exhaustion. He had no sore muscles or itchy eyes telling him he needed sleep, but he didn’t have enough energy left to send the signals that would generate letters on Lucas’s phone. Spelling out “she’s cool” had finished him off. Trying to make that bitch of a girl’s phone ring in Rachel’s English class had been tricky. He knew how to send messages but powering on a phone was more challenging. It was totally worth the effort, though.
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