Ari Regon
He meant to make her laugh or at least smile, but she did neither, she sipped her coffee and gazed at him with eyes that people said were just like his own, family resemblance, only hers had pretty little lines at the corners, like the lines a kid draws when he draws the sun, radiating lines; even as a kid he had known his mother was very beautiful. She sipped her water, always serve water with Turkish coffee, and serve it in a crystal glass, that was her rule.
She had very few rules: she never asked what he did at night, she seemed to understand that he was safe, was fine. And he was fine, was dancing, hanging out with friends he met online or at Blank Frank’s, shirtless boys and shouting girls, out searching for the party, for the place where he could ride that cresting feeling every night, he knew it was there and he knew he could find it, I want to make things happen, he told Antoine. Big things. I want them to happen to me.
-from DARK FACTORY by KATHE KOJA
