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200 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2009
I want to go to breakfast, but Gan is still asleep. It’s so rare that I ever get to that point that I can’t disturb someone who’s there. Call it a failing of mine.
He starts humming along with the radio, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the window. The light hits him just right, his hands tapping out a beat on his legs. He’s in his own little universe. I catch myself watching him more than the road.
Something in the back of my skull is screaming at me to look away. To just drive the van. I’m thinking about how warm the window must be against his skin. I’m thinking about how it must be nice to just relax instead of worry about the next ‘client’. I’m thinking about him in his own universe, completely oblivious to me. I’m thinking about how I want to be there. It’s a moment, and you can’t describe those moments with words. Words only get in the way when you try. Like it’s a secret they don’t want you to tell. Words are clumsy that way.
I fell for him.
