You slept-on top of the blanket,” he said.“Uh, yeah.”“Were you trying to protect my honor?” He asked, and his smile spread from cheek to cheek.

Ducking autocorrect!

Hey, Doc, we better back up. We don’t have enough road to get up to eighty-eight,” I quoted as I slid into the passenger seat.“‘Roads?’” he replied in an excellent impression of Christopher Lloyd’s eccentric scientist. “‘Where we’re going, we don’t need roads!’” The call-and-response rituals of geeks were a thing of beauty, and allowed said geeks to identify each other across time and space.

We drove past a small church, and the congregation had abandoned the building to stand outside in a circle with their heads bowed, maybe hoping their prayers would get a better signal on the lawn. Heaven has notoriously bad reception.

So you do know!" I shouted. My phone lay there like a genie's bottle, inanimate and yet containing the ability to grant me wishes and knowledge. "Girl, spill before I come over and dye your hair a natural color.

The call-and-response rituals of geeks were a thing of beauty, and allowed said geeks to identify each other across time and space.

Sweet and savory, it was the honey of our existence, DNA with the message: This is who I am.

Hey, it’s nice of you to show up!” That was a decent start. “What has it been—a year since you flattened my heart by leaving without a word and ignoring all of my texts, messages, and voicemails?

I kept my eyes on the road, and felt tunnel vision setting in. I wanted to talk—I wanted Weaver to explain why he fucking ignored me this past year! And I wanted him to shut up and never say another word to me.

Over the years, we had been as cautious as blindfolded men feeling their way around a mysterious beast, trying to extrapolate what was between us without communicating the knowledge that would have illuminated everything. Until that morning, when we took the blindfolds off, and discovered we were face to face with each other.