Chpt. 36
"Now, if the photon carbonator was to interact with the magnets of the electron nucleator, the hypothesis is…"
Bla, Bla, Bla! Does this Professor Hamilton know any words in English! Dad and I were in Star Labs for their meeting. For what I could understand, Professor Hamilton created some sort of magnet thingy to help with either electricity or world hunger. I honestly don't know which. My Dad seemed to understand the talk, that, or he was very good at looking interested. I tried to mimic dad's expression. It was a mixture of various looks. My face at first looked like I was just about to sneeze but then froze, so I tried to open my eyes as wide as possible so it would look like what he was saying interested me, and leaned forward on my chair. The meeting was finally over and when dad and I got into the car, I asked him,
"Did you understand anything of what he said?"
"Perfectly, did you?" he questioned.
"Ughh… sort of." I shrugged. I couldn't do anything except gaze out the window. I was very tired. I didn't get much sleep after the first dream. Every time I dozed off I kept having similar dreams of Apollo exposing my secret. I hoped that I was giving him the same dreams.
"Rats should be chasing him." I mumbled to myself. Dad turned to look at me.
"What?" he questioned.
"Nothing." I replied. We reached the hotel, and I quickly unpacked. Night was quickly falling and I wanted to snoop around the city to keep my mind off of Apollo. I put on my Theresa outfit and put normal cloths on top. Then I put my wig and glasses in a bag.
"I'm going out." I cried to dad when he was in the shower, hoping he wouldn't ask why.
"Where are you going?" he questioned.
Darn it! "Just.. Ughh.. Out for I stroll." I stammered. " love you, by!" I quickly added on, jumping out into the hall and closing the door before he could interrogate me more. Lets see how metropolis is at night. I smiled running out of the hotel.