“Sometimes,” Jason said. Colby had successfully occupied all the walking time back into view of Jill and Leo and everyone. “I like rain, but you can’t take the bike out in it. Not fast, anyway.”
“The—oh, you mean motorcycle. I’ve never been on one.” Colby put his head on one side. “I can see you with one. Going fast. Under California sun. Hi, Jill. Schedule for tomorrow?”
“Schedules,” Jill said, “and some checking in. Did you get the library sorted out?”
“Oh…yes.” Colby made a face, halfway between apologetic and resigned. “They’ve said yes, though I think it had less to do with my persuasion than with my parentage. I’m not sure which one counted more, the poetical or the political, and no one said it outright, but they’ve hinted very heavily that they’d like us to be on good terms.”
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