HUMAN/SUPER First Contact 47

The garage door slowly rattled up toward the ceiling.

“Heading back out?” he asked.

“Just giving my friend a ride home,” Genesis replied. “Won’t be long.”

“Well, drive safe,” he said.

Genesis nodded and said, “Good night.”

“See you at work,” he said.

He rolled on into the garage and the door slid shut behind him. Genesis nudged Angela on the arm and headed back to her own car.

“Was that… your father?” Angela asked.

“Yeah,” Genesis said.

She climbed behind the wheel and Angela joined her on the passenger side. The car backed away from the house and turned onto the street. Genesis leaned forward as she drove, her shoulders all bunched up.

“You don’t have to be ashamed of living with your parents, you know,” Angela said.

“Who said I’m ashamed?” Genesis snapped.

“Uh, nobody,” Angela said. “I just—”

“I’m their tenant,” Genesis said. “I do my own laundry, I cook my own meals, I pay my own bills, just like everybody else. I don’t feel bad about that just because my parents are the ones cashing my rent check.”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” Angela said. “I didn’t mean to offend you. You seemed tense, is all. I… guess I’m not very good at reading body language.”

“Too bad you don’t have a way of telling exactly what someone’s thinking, eh?” Genesis said.

Angela looked up slightly, still not quite enough to make eye contact.

“That would be cheating,” she said.

Genesis chuckled and said, “Cheating?”

“Yeah,” Angela said. “Like… skipping to the last chapter of a novel. I like not knowing what to expect.”

“Well, I’ll try to keep you on your toes, then,” Genesis said.