DROP THIRTY-TWO
The drive home was awkward.
“So… I guess we’ll put you in my room for now,” Hector said and felt Bobo tense up in the back seat. He glanced at her from the rear-view mirror. “No, don’t worry, I have a cot downstairs in my workshop. It’s for when I have some alloy that needs constant supervision and I need to get up multiple times per night and check the readings, otherwise it gets microfractures- You don’t really care for this. Anyway. I’ll stay there, the top floor is all for you girls.”
“I… see. Alright.” Bobo seemed to relax a bit.
“So!” Pickle said, clapping her hands. “Tell us, Bobo, how do you feel about coming to join our team?”
Hector glanced at the rear-view mirror. Bobo was looking awkward, even more so than before, glancing from one to the other. “I… Uh… I d
