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Me: I have to go. I shouldn't have stayed out here so long.
Dr.redhead: Will you be okay? Should you stay at a hotel?
Me: I don't have any human money for that. I use other ways to pay for things and I doubt the hotel will accept my methods.
Dr.redhead: I'm afraid to ask what methods those are. I'm guessing that answer is the same as what you do for a living.
Me: It is, and I might tell you tomorrow if you message me first.
Dr.redhead: Let me pay for it. I'll call or go there now to book the room. I don't want you to risk your life any more than you have by coming here to talk to me.
Me: You don't have to do that.
Dr.redhead: I want to. I'll put the room under your name and tell them to expect you.
People really did a lot for their friends in the human world. Maybe he’d started to see me as more after talking for three days. My stomach fluttered. It was like a family of butterflies took over.
Me: Thank you. You may have saved my life today.
Dr.redhead: Does that mean you can chat longer then?
The butterflies flapped their wings faster and caused tingles inside me.
Me: Until the library closes.
Dr.redhead: I may be quiet for a bit while going back through the portal, just an FYI.
Me: What's an FYI?
Dr.redhead: For your information. It's an acronym.
Me: Oh. I should ask one of my future customers for an acronym book.
When he hadn’t spoken for a long time, I asked the librarian if I could borrow her phone.
“Sure. Just leave it behind the desk when you're done.”
“Will do, thanks Portia.”
“You're getting so much better at asking for things and using your manners. I bet you'll get that visa on the next try.”
I hadn't told her about being rejected but she knew I'd be shouting from the rooftops if I wasn't.
“Yeah. Hopefully.”
“My fingers are crossed for you,” she said, rolling a cart full of books in front of her.
Another new expression to be written down in my journal when I got to the hotel. It was so surreal; I'd be staying in a hotel.
With Portia’s phone in my hand, I went to one of the small rooms in the library and dialed Henry's number. I was great at memorizing things, and it wasn't the first time I had called him.
“Hello?”
“Henry?”
“Oh hey, Nova. Wait . . . why are you calling me from the library? It's nearly dark outside. Did something happen? Do you need somewhere to crash? If so, my guest room is free again.”
It wasn't the first time Henry had offered me a place to stay, but his roommate wasn't a fan of me going around. I didn't care for her much either. I've met rude humans nicer than her. She was very much like that grouch character fromSesame Street.
