Ben gave directions in the passenger seat as Larry drove us away from campus. I sat in the back next to Gage, a brown bag at our feet holding a spoon, a doorstop, a doorknob, and a piece of McCreary’s drapes.
“So, music tastes?” Larry asked as we left town on a side road. Ben just stared out the window.
“Whatever’s on the radio is fine,” I said, looking at Gage. I was hoping my non-answer would elicit some information from him so I could pretend to like whatever he suggested, but he only shrugged.
Larry fiddled with the dials as he drove, asking, “Alex said you’re a theater major, Gage?”
“Yeah. I probably won’t get any good roles in the department for another year or two. There’s this whole seniority thing.”
“Prepares you for the real world,” I said with a snicker. “Isn’t acting all w
