“Yes, my dad doesn’t speak about her. Now you?” My eyes darted past the trees again.
“I’m not from here,” he said.
“Not a difficult one, Freud.”
His lips curved as he lifted his bum and took out a packet of cigarettes. He lit up one.
“Of course, you smoke, too. My dad is going to kill me.” I spoke that statement to myself as I looked up at the trees.
“Relax. Your dad will be happy when he meets me. I’m great with dads.”
“Sure you are. I figured you would be excellent at winning over moms.”
“Too bad that we would never find out.”
I squinted at him. “Haha. So, where are you from?”
“The other side of the wall?”
“What wall?”
“The wall that this side doesn’t know about?”
“Are you smoking weed, too?”
“Relax, I’m only pulling your leg. I’m sure you would believe me too if I tell you I’m a dragon.”
“A what?”
He laughed. He was so weird. Beautiful but weird.
“I’m from a small town called Tith.”
“Tith? Where is that?”
“Opposite side from here?”
“In Boston?” My eyebrows knitted.
“You’ve been?”
“No, not really, but I’m sure it’s on my dad’s bucket list. Do you miss it?”
“I do. My sister and mother are still there, and I miss my sister for some odd reason. I think you’ll like her. You are more or less the same age.”
“You have a sister?” I smiled, feeling a bit at ease.
“I do. Her name is Samantha. We call her Sammy.”
“So, why are they not with you?”
“My dad.”
“Oh, man. They divorced, and what, he got you, and your mom got her?”
“Something like that, but not entirely.”
“Explain it then?”
