Uncle Nolan
n who's in
and unreadable. His hand rests casually on the steering wh
" His voice is warm, low, like he is
th, he asks, feeling troubled, "Or are yo
ecting myself.
traffic. "From today, Frank will be driving only you
I will be sharing even car rides with my
s side frame. My eyes trace the strong lines of his jaw, the smoothness of his sk
is eyes flick to the mirror where he ca
feeling you're not exactly thrilled t
I don't feel indifferent. I just don't ex
eering wheel. "I suppose that's a lot to take in. One
change the subject. "So what exactly
confident. "I'm the architect of the project. I'll be designing the outlook of
dow, watching sunlight flicker between t
nto the driveway, I have almost convinced myself that the tig
age. I step out hurriedly as i
the house, I hear his foots
whisper. "How has life been treating you s
ecause I don't feel the need t
, he hastens his pace, and then, his hand
tracks, going
rt thuds against my ribs, loud enough that I am scared he can
ch leaving my skin tingling. I swerve half way, doin
ng to keep my voice from sounding sharper than I in
be a warning but e
gine a flicker of hurt or someth
nd hurry up the stairs, the thud of each step al
shut, leaning against it for passing se
why my heart keeps reacting strangely around him. He is suppos
ust nineteen, approaching twe
y father, just because his friend l
y face, hoping my mind
. For a moment, I just stare at the white ceiling, listening to the cheerful vo
a knock comes on the door. I check my
Mother calls th
e of the bed. My bare feet sink on the soft carpet, and
ing table which is filled with different dishes and cut
at something Nolan says, Nolan sits just beside him, let
y, and his eyes
thing shifts in the air. His gaze lingers,
hat minute. "There she is." He in
pulse quickening all because I can feel h