But it would be easier to sit down with Indiana Jones than Nicolai Lund.
We were discussing the presentation over a bowl of tapioca, in Boone’s basement.
“We could ask your aunt some questions.” Boone flicked a crumb off the coffee table. “Make it look like she’s some big shot.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t—don’t wa—wanna ask my aunt p—personal questions.”
“Why not?”
I puzzled over his question for a moment. “Because then she’ll a—ask them all ri—right back.”
Boone skimmed his tapioca. He always carefully removes the first layer because he doesn’t like the cinnamon Mrs. Lund sprinkles on top. “We could ask Coach Angelos. He’s in the Club Optimist. They do charity work and stuff.”
Boring. “No.”
Boone sighed impatiently. “You keep saying no to everything. What’s wrong with you anyway? You’re acting like a prissy boy.”
My eyes darted up.