He grinned at me. “Were you planning on watching?” I blushed and turned around. “So, Vincent,” I said, pretending to inspect his photo collection as I heard him dress behind me. “Can you come to dinner this weekend to meet my grandparents?” “Finally, she asks. And unfortunately, I must decline.” “Why?” I asked, surprised. I turned to see him walking up to me with an amused expression. “Because I will not be in any condition to meet your family this weekend, much less make conversation or even sit, propped up, at a dinner table.” “Oh,” I said, “when are you dormant?” My voice faded as the strange word tripped off my tongue. He picked his cell phone up from a table and checked the calendar. “Thursday, the twenty-seventh.” “That’s Thanksgiving,” I said. “We’ve got Thursday and Friday off school. It’s a shame you won’t be around.” “The clock stops for no man, especially my type. Sorry.” “Well, how about before then?” I asked. “Today’s Monday.
