It was out in a new development, one of a row of homes carefully designed to look old. I pressed the doorbell and heard a ringing far away in the house. Kieran’s dad opened the door. He was dressed in a pale gray sweater and collared shirt. He had small pinched eyes that frowned at me. “Are you Kieran’s friend?” he asked. “Yes, uh, sir,” I said. “We’re studying for the geography test.” Kieran had suggested the lie to me earlier. Studying on a Friday night sounded like a weak excuse, but whatever. “I’m Mr. Ridgeway,” he said. He held out his hand, and we shook. “Come in.” He turned and walked inside. Weird. He gave off the same vibe that Kieran did sometimes. It was like he was an alien or something, just learning how to deal with humans. “I’m glad Kieran’s made a friend,” he said over his shoulder. “Since we moved he’s spent far too much time in his room alone.” I wasn’t sure how to react, so I didn’t say anything. We walked through to the living room.
