What if I tried to steal Maya’s time?
I focused all my attention on her, bit my lower lip in concentration. I thought about Gordon giving me some of his extra time, how it felt like a burst—a cool drink of water on a hot day. Maybe time wasn’t like money at all. Maybe it was more fluid, more like water. You could bend it and make it do what you wanted it to, if only you knew how.
So I imagined sucking up Maya’s time through a straw. All at once, I felt that little burst. Not as intense as when Gordon had given me time, but still there, still wonderful.
Maya’s violin screamed.
Maya came after me in the hall outside of Orchestra. She shoved me into a practice room, her arms like steel from years on the violin. She slammed the door behind us, then leaned against it so I couldn’t escape. W
