“…Does having a copy of your dead mother around bother you?”
No one had ever asked him that before. It felt good to talk about it. “It’s confusing.” Jason looked into Boston’s eyes. The warmth and concern he saw there was mesmerizing. “I don’t think Isaac believes mom’s dead. I don’t use that program because it doesn’t feel right.”
“It would bother me, too,” she paused. “What do you do all day?”
“Excuse me?” Jason was not offended by the question. In fact, it felt good to have someone take an interest in him.
“You don’t go to public school.”
“I already got my GED.”
“Is that it?”
“What do you mean?”
“Is that all you want from your life?”
Jason had never thought about it like that. “Why? Everything I could ever want is inside the hologram machine.”
Her words were like an arrow to his heart. She stepped closer, and he blushed as a black convertible loaded with teenage girls drove up and parked on the side of the street.
“Hey, Boston,” the driver called out.
“I’m coming,” Boston waved at her friends. Then she turned back to Jason. “By the way, I broke up with Ricky today.”
Jason felt like he had stepped in front of a moving truck. By the time he recovered his wits enough to speak, she had already jumped into the convertible, and they had peeled out, disappearing down the road.
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