My face feels like it’s on fire. I shift around in my chair and am about to tell him about my emotional realization, but he starts talkingfirst.
“So hey, I wanted to tellyou…”
“Yeah?”
“My brother actually sent me an email last week, asking if he could read myscripts.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Never happenedbefore.”
“Did you send himsomething?”
“I sent him our script. He read it overnight. He said it was a great read. He congratulated us on thesale.”
“Wow.”
“He sent it to my mom and she liked ittoo.”
“That’s great, Scott…What about yourdad?”
“Well. I think just hearing from my brother and mom that it’s good is enough forhim.”
“I’m really happy for you.” I’m surprised by how happy I am for him, in fact. I’m really, a lot happy for him. As happy as I would be for Maya, ormyself.
“It never would have happened if you hadn’t said that toCarter.”
“Oh I’m sure it would haveeventually.”
“No. It was all because of you. Thankyou.”
“You’re welcome. So I guess you won’t be applying to law school thisyear.”
“No but I have an idea for a legal horror script called Bite Me,Carter.”
“I would buy a ticket tothat.”
“Oh, I’d compyou.”
“Thanks.”
I write downcooterand see that he has just written down the same thing. We laugh. He tears up his card and writes on another one:flaminglips.
Yep. I’ve got those. Moist ones. Right now.And you’re not even touchingme.
“These terms are a tad biased,” I say. I write outbaloney ponyon a card and hold itup.
“Adorable,” he says.Skin flutegoes on acard.
“Good one.” I write downforeskinand hold it up, scrunching up my face. “Yay ornay?”
“Um. I’m giving that one a thumbs down. We need more sexpositions.”
We both write69.
I tear up my 69 card, take a deep breath, and start to say something once again, but I hear Maya say from the other room: “Oh is this the guessing game? Do you have tea-bagging yet? My mom loves that one. The term, Imean.”
I immediately write downtea-bagging.
