Chapter 2 "Getting to Know You"
During the next week, Adam saw Amy a few more times in passing. They would stop and talk for a moment on their way to classes or to their dorms. They found that they had a lot in common. Amy was from Richfield, a town not far from Edina, where Adam was from. Both of them came from fairly well-to-do families. Amy's family had been generous benefactors to Eden Hall. The school library was named after her grandfather, Daniel Morgan. Their families even belonged to the same country club. Other than those few facts, Amy never really talked about her family. Whenever Adam brought it up, she always found some tactful way to change the subject.
The one thing they didn't have in common were classes. They weren't in a single one together, nor would they by the whole year. Amy did have one class with Connie, and after a while, a system of correspondence was established, using Connie as the mailwoman.
Adam didn't know exactly what it was about Amy, but they connected very quickly. Maybe it was their common background, maybe it was fate, or maybe it was just plain luck. But as the days passed by, Adam and Amy spent more and more time together. She came to every Duck home game, and one away game. She had no idea how much her presence meant to Adam at those games. When he could look in the stands and see her face, he didn't think of the scouts at all. He was playing better too, and everyone acknowledged it.
"Hey Banksie," Charlie said as the Ducks were celebrating an away game win. "What has gotten into you lately? Not that I'm complaining or anything."
"Honestly, Charlie," Adam started, "I really don't know."
"I do," Connie said teasingly. Because she was a source of communication between Adam and Amy, she had been sworn to secrecy about anything she was told. That didn't mean that she couldn't hang it over Adam's head every once and a while though. She caught sight of Adam, shaking his head and giving her a warning look, and she didn't say anything else.
On the bus ride home, Adam sat near the back with Julie. They were close friends, and he knew he could discuss anything with her.
"You really like her, don't you?" Julie asked, meaning Amy. Adam only nodded in reply. Julie couldn't help but smile. "Good. It's about time you focused on something other than school and hockey."
Adam laughed at that. It was time, actually. His love life had always taken a backseat to his studies, hockey, and his friends. "How did you know about Scott?" he asked suddenly.
"Know what?"
"That you and Scott should be together." Adam was being serious now; Julie could tell from the tone of his voice.
She had to think for a moment about just the right thing to answer his question with. She and Scott (also known as Scooter) had been together for quite a while (since the end of her freshmen year at Eden Hall.) They had survived two years of being apart most of the time because of Scott going to college. Luckily, he decided to go to the University of Minnesota, so he was never that far away. Julie could understand why her answer would be important to Adam.
"I guess," she started, "I knew when we went out just before he had to leave before school started our sophomore year. We'd only been going out casually during the summer, just testing the waters, you know?" Adam nodded, so she continued. "Well, anyway, we went to some really fancy dinner club, but they lost our reservations. Instead of waiting for a table, we just stopped by some fast food joint, and took out food to the park. I had the most fun that night. I mean, there I was, wearing one of my best dresses, sitting on a park bench, and eating a cheeseburger. And I didn't care one bit, because I was with him." She paused, basking in her memory for a few seconds. "I guess I just figured that it was more than a coincidence. Does that make any sense?"
Adam smiled, knowing exactly what Julie meant. "More sense than you'll ever know," he said.
The day after the game, Adam and his father went out for a Saturday dinner at their country club. Mr. Bank's wanted to celebrate Adam's game. He knew about the scouts and was sure that his son was skating his way to a college scholarship, if not a way to the minor, or even the major leagues.
Adam was just ready to start on his dinner when he noticed Amy sitting with two other women at a table across the room. He knew that she was a member, but he was still surprised to see her. He was about to try to get her attention, but thought better of shouting and waving his arms like a maniac. Instead, he was content to stare across the room while his father droned on, not noticing his son's preoccupation.
After a few minutes of watching, Adam began to understand why Amy didn't like to talk about her family. The more time that passed, the more miserable she looked. She was virtually being ignored by the women. She was sitting up straight in her chair and her face looked as if it was frozen in stone.
Across the room, Amy was bored to tears. Her mother had convinced her to go to their country club for a night out. That morning, her mother invited a socialite friend to come with her, insuring that Amy would have no one to talk to. She picked gingerly at her salad as her mother and Beth the socialite friend chatted away, barely looking in Amy's direction. Finally Amy spoke up. "If I dropped dead, right here, right now, would you notice?" The other women didn't hear her. Exasperated, Amy slumped down in her chair and crossed her arms across her chest. Sure enough, her mother noticed her them.
"Amy dear," she said strictly. "Sit up straight. You look dreadful." With those parting words, she turned back to Beth and preceded to ignore her daughter.
Amy sat up straight and still in her chair and looked more miserable than ever. It was then that she felt the back-of-the-neck tingling feeling that someone was watching her. She scanned the room until she locked eyes with Adam. He seemed to understand her plight and looked sympathetic. He motioned for her to come over. Amy took a few quick looks around before rising from the table, muttering something about the restroom. She doubted if her mother knew she left at all.
Adam and his father stood as Amy approached their table. "Amy," Adam said politely, "this is my father, Phillip Banks." Adam's father reached out his hand to Amy's
"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Banks," she said, taking the seat that was pulled out for her.
Adam's father, being ever so much a tactician, excused himself to go make a phone call, and left the two teenagers alone.
"How's your family outing going?" Adam asked, taking the assumption that one of the women Amy had been sitting with was her mother.
"Same old story. Yours?" Amy knew that Adam got along with his father, but they were known to have their moments.
"Okay, I guess. My father's about ready to sign me up for the Redwings any minutes though."
Amy gave an encouraging smile. "He's just proud of you, that's all."
"I know he is, "Adam admitted. "But sometimes he gets his wires crossed. Would you believe that when the Ducks played my old team the Hawks in the pee-wee championships, my father cheered for the Hawks before I go hurt and taken out of the game? He even tried to get me to quit hockey before I played for the Ducks."
"Good thing you didn't quit."
"Really," Adam agreed. "The Ducks were the best thing that ever happened to me. I mean, look at all the great things I've gotten to do. I went to the Junior Goodwill Games. I got a scholarship to come to Eden Hall. Of course," he said, almost to himself, "I probably would have come anyway, but…"
"But it's just not the same," Amy offered.
"No, it isn't," he agreed. Adam looked around the crowded club and decided that he'd much rather be somewhere else. "Would you like to go for a walk somewhere?" he asked. The minute the words left his mouth his regretted them, wincing inwardly. He had totally forgotten that she was having dinner with her mother. But before he could say anything else, Amy spoke up.
"I'd love to. I'd go anywhere if it's away from here," she said.
"Really?" Adam asked, surprised. "Okay. Let my go find my father so he knows where I'm going."
"Oh, right," Amy said. "I almost forgot about my mother and her friend. I suppose I should tell her where I'm going."
They both rose from the table and Adam went off in search of his father. Mr. Banks was a little irked that Adam was abandoning their dinner, but he understood and didn't let his anger show. Amy didn't get quite the same reaction form he mother.
"Going where, dear?" her mother asked, not even turning around to face her daughter.
"On a walk. With Adam," Amy said pointedly. Her mother seemed to have stopped listening so Amy just grabbed her purse and walked away.
Adam noticed Amy's slightly annoyed expression when they met by the front door.
"What's wrong?" he asked, holding the door open for her.
"My mother," she said irritable. "Sometimes she just makes me so mad." Adam gave her a look that clearly said that she didn't have to continue, but she did. "The burdens of being high class," she said, almost jokingly. "My father is always working. Constantly. We didn't just fall backwards into money. Dad's worked his whole life to be this comfortable. All Mother does is spend the money that Dad makes. It just makes me mad." Her voice trailed off at the end of her sentence and Adam knew that wasn't all that was bothering her.
"There's something else, isn't there?" he asked gently.
Amy hesitated before she answered. Her mother was a very sensitive subject to her. But she knew that she could trust Adam with anything, even her greatest fears.
"Well," she started slowly, gathering courage. "I know is going to sound ridiculous, but…but my mother hates me." Adam started to say something but Amy corrected herself. "No, that's a little harsh. She probably doesn't hate me, but, well, she hates the idea of me. You see, she never wanted children. Ever. Just didn't fit in with her master plan. I guess she just didn't want responsibility. So growing up, she was never around. She always managed to find someplace else to be. Missed my whole childhood practically." The more Amy talked, the stonier her voice became. "She missed my first step, if you'd believe that." Adam didn't say anything so she continued. "Dad was always working, so my mother usually left me with a nanny or a babysitter, or someone else, so long as she didn't have to look after me. She says that now that I'm older, she can enjoy my company, but she never talks to me. She just drags me around on her dinner and tea party circles and has me sit in the corner and look nice."
They had wandered into a small garden on the grounds of the country club. Amy and Adam sat down on a quaint stone bench. Amy gave a loud sigh, feeling a great weight lifted off her shoulders.
"Feel better?" Adam asked.
Amy smiled warmly at him. "I do, actually. Sometimes it just helps to say things out loud I guess." A sharp wind blew through the garden and Amy shivered.
"Do you want my coat?" Adam asked. She shook her head, but he had already removed his dress jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. "Better?"
"Much," she answered.
They were sitting very close now on the bench and they both noticed it. Instead of stammering, moving away or doing something else equally nervous, they moved even closer and enjoyed their proximity. Adam put his arm around Amy and she leaned against his chest. Neither of them spoke, but Adam knew that something very important had happened.
For a few minutes they sat there, not moving, not speaking. But before long they realized it was getting late. They started back for the front door of the country club. As they got closer, they say both their parents waiting for them. Amy's mother was chatting with her friend and Adam's father was talking with an old business associate. Before they were noticed, Adam gave Amy a quick kiss whispered, "The Ducks are practicing tomorrow around three. Just in case you want to come."
"I'll be there," Amy said, looking back at her mother with distaste. "Anything to get away from her."
They parted ways when they approached their parents. "See you tomorrow?" Adam asked.
Amy only nodded, just in case her mother might actually be listening. She may not take an interest the majority of the time, but when she did, Clarice Morgan was beyond snoopy. Amy didn't want to risk her mother messing things up with Adam. The whole car ride back to Eden Hall, Amy was in a kind of daze, thinking about seeing him again the next day. She wouldn't even have noticed if her mother had decided to strike up a conversation, which she didn't.
Adam's father wasn't as quiet as Amy's mother. As soon as he and Adam were in their car, he asked, "So, who is this girl?" with an amused air.
Adam tried to answer him casually, but he didn't think it worked. "Amy? Just some girl from school."
"Just some girl from school?" his father repeated. "That's it?"
Adam didn't answer, but he smiled to himself, which was enough of an answer for his father. Amy wasn't brought up in conversation again as they drove back to the dorms at Eden Hall. When they pulled up to Adam's dorm, his father gave him a strange, almost bemused look, which Adam chose not to interpret. Instead, he simply thanked his father for the dinner and said good-bye.
As Adam climbed the stairs to his room, he thought about seeing Amy the next day at practice. He could finally formally introduce her to the rest of the Ducks. He had told them about her of course, but most of them (except Connie) had never met her. He just knew that they would love her. How could they not?
He was so wrapped in his thoughts that when he opened the door to his dorm room, he walked smack into Charlie.
"Oh, sorry man," he stammered.
"S'okay, no permanent damage done," Charlie said. "I was just going downstairs to wait for you anyway. So, how was dinner?"
Adam smiled, still thinking of Amy and said, "Dinner was fine, I suppose." But Adam and Charlie had been friends for too long and Charlie knew he wasn't getting the whole story.
"Spill it, Banks," he said, leaning back on his bed.
"Nothing happened, really," Adam insisted, loosening his tie and hanging up his coat. "My steak was undercooked, my father went on and on about my college future, I ran into Amy…"
"Wait, hold up," Charlie interrupted. "You ran into Amy?"
Adam gave up trying to be secretive and told Charlie all about what happened in the garden. "And I think she's coming to our practice tomorrow," he finished. He was relieved in a way, that one of his closest friends now knew what he was feeling.
"Cool," Charlie said. "Finally get to meet her, up close and personal. You know," he added, "we should double, you and Amy and me and Linda. We should go to eat sometime, or go to a movie or something."
"I don't know, Charlie," Adam said. "You know how Linda can be with new people."
"Yeah," Charlie admitted. "But she warms up pretty quickly."
Suddenly, there was a streak of lightening and a crash of thunder outside the window, and Charlie gave a little yell. "Jeez, I didn't know it was supposed to rain tonight," he said, peering outside. "I hope it doesn't keep up. I hate having to walk to class in the rain." He turned to say something to Adam, but found his friend staring off into space. Instead of interrupting what was probably a pleasant daydream, he left Adam with his thoughts.
During the next week, Adam saw Amy a few more times in passing. They would stop and talk for a moment on their way to classes or to their dorms. They found that they had a lot in common. Amy was from Richfield, a town not far from Edina, where Adam was from. Both of them came from fairly well-to-do families. Amy's family had been generous benefactors to Eden Hall. The school library was named after her grandfather, Daniel Morgan. Their families even belonged to the same country club. Other than those few facts, Amy never really talked about her family. Whenever Adam brought it up, she always found some tactful way to change the subject.
The one thing they didn't have in common were classes. They weren't in a single one together, nor would they by the whole year. Amy did have one class with Connie, and after a while, a system of correspondence was established, using Connie as the mailwoman.
Adam didn't know exactly what it was about Amy, but they connected very quickly. Maybe it was their common background, maybe it was fate, or maybe it was just plain luck. But as the days passed by, Adam and Amy spent more and more time together. She came to every Duck home game, and one away game. She had no idea how much her presence meant to Adam at those games. When he could look in the stands and see her face, he didn't think of the scouts at all. He was playing better too, and everyone acknowledged it.
"Hey Banksie," Charlie said as the Ducks were celebrating an away game win. "What has gotten into you lately? Not that I'm complaining or anything."
"Honestly, Charlie," Adam started, "I really don't know."
"I do," Connie said teasingly. Because she was a source of communication between Adam and Amy, she had been sworn to secrecy about anything she was told. That didn't mean that she couldn't hang it over Adam's head every once and a while though. She caught sight of Adam, shaking his head and giving her a warning look, and she didn't say anything else.
On the bus ride home, Adam sat near the back with Julie. They were close friends, and he knew he could discuss anything with her.
"You really like her, don't you?" Julie asked, meaning Amy. Adam only nodded in reply. Julie couldn't help but smile. "Good. It's about time you focused on something other than school and hockey."
Adam laughed at that. It was time, actually. His love life had always taken a backseat to his studies, hockey, and his friends. "How did you know about Scott?" he asked suddenly.
"Know what?"
"That you and Scott should be together." Adam was being serious now; Julie could tell from the tone of his voice.
She had to think for a moment about just the right thing to answer his question with. She and Scott (also known as Scooter) had been together for quite a while (since the end of her freshmen year at Eden Hall.) They had survived two years of being apart most of the time because of Scott going to college. Luckily, he decided to go to the University of Minnesota, so he was never that far away. Julie could understand why her answer would be important to Adam.
"I guess," she started, "I knew when we went out just before he had to leave before school started our sophomore year. We'd only been going out casually during the summer, just testing the waters, you know?" Adam nodded, so she continued. "Well, anyway, we went to some really fancy dinner club, but they lost our reservations. Instead of waiting for a table, we just stopped by some fast food joint, and took out food to the park. I had the most fun that night. I mean, there I was, wearing one of my best dresses, sitting on a park bench, and eating a cheeseburger. And I didn't care one bit, because I was with him." She paused, basking in her memory for a few seconds. "I guess I just figured that it was more than a coincidence. Does that make any sense?"
Adam smiled, knowing exactly what Julie meant. "More sense than you'll ever know," he said.
The day after the game, Adam and his father went out for a Saturday dinner at their country club. Mr. Bank's wanted to celebrate Adam's game. He knew about the scouts and was sure that his son was skating his way to a college scholarship, if not a way to the minor, or even the major leagues.
Adam was just ready to start on his dinner when he noticed Amy sitting with two other women at a table across the room. He knew that she was a member, but he was still surprised to see her. He was about to try to get her attention, but thought better of shouting and waving his arms like a maniac. Instead, he was content to stare across the room while his father droned on, not noticing his son's preoccupation.
After a few minutes of watching, Adam began to understand why Amy didn't like to talk about her family. The more time that passed, the more miserable she looked. She was virtually being ignored by the women. She was sitting up straight in her chair and her face looked as if it was frozen in stone.
Across the room, Amy was bored to tears. Her mother had convinced her to go to their country club for a night out. That morning, her mother invited a socialite friend to come with her, insuring that Amy would have no one to talk to. She picked gingerly at her salad as her mother and Beth the socialite friend chatted away, barely looking in Amy's direction. Finally Amy spoke up. "If I dropped dead, right here, right now, would you notice?" The other women didn't hear her. Exasperated, Amy slumped down in her chair and crossed her arms across her chest. Sure enough, her mother noticed her them.
"Amy dear," she said strictly. "Sit up straight. You look dreadful." With those parting words, she turned back to Beth and preceded to ignore her daughter.
Amy sat up straight and still in her chair and looked more miserable than ever. It was then that she felt the back-of-the-neck tingling feeling that someone was watching her. She scanned the room until she locked eyes with Adam. He seemed to understand her plight and looked sympathetic. He motioned for her to come over. Amy took a few quick looks around before rising from the table, muttering something about the restroom. She doubted if her mother knew she left at all.
Adam and his father stood as Amy approached their table. "Amy," Adam said politely, "this is my father, Phillip Banks." Adam's father reached out his hand to Amy's
"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Banks," she said, taking the seat that was pulled out for her.
Adam's father, being ever so much a tactician, excused himself to go make a phone call, and left the two teenagers alone.
"How's your family outing going?" Adam asked, taking the assumption that one of the women Amy had been sitting with was her mother.
"Same old story. Yours?" Amy knew that Adam got along with his father, but they were known to have their moments.
"Okay, I guess. My father's about ready to sign me up for the Redwings any minutes though."
Amy gave an encouraging smile. "He's just proud of you, that's all."
"I know he is, "Adam admitted. "But sometimes he gets his wires crossed. Would you believe that when the Ducks played my old team the Hawks in the pee-wee championships, my father cheered for the Hawks before I go hurt and taken out of the game? He even tried to get me to quit hockey before I played for the Ducks."
"Good thing you didn't quit."
"Really," Adam agreed. "The Ducks were the best thing that ever happened to me. I mean, look at all the great things I've gotten to do. I went to the Junior Goodwill Games. I got a scholarship to come to Eden Hall. Of course," he said, almost to himself, "I probably would have come anyway, but…"
"But it's just not the same," Amy offered.
"No, it isn't," he agreed. Adam looked around the crowded club and decided that he'd much rather be somewhere else. "Would you like to go for a walk somewhere?" he asked. The minute the words left his mouth his regretted them, wincing inwardly. He had totally forgotten that she was having dinner with her mother. But before he could say anything else, Amy spoke up.
"I'd love to. I'd go anywhere if it's away from here," she said.
"Really?" Adam asked, surprised. "Okay. Let my go find my father so he knows where I'm going."
"Oh, right," Amy said. "I almost forgot about my mother and her friend. I suppose I should tell her where I'm going."
They both rose from the table and Adam went off in search of his father. Mr. Banks was a little irked that Adam was abandoning their dinner, but he understood and didn't let his anger show. Amy didn't get quite the same reaction form he mother.
"Going where, dear?" her mother asked, not even turning around to face her daughter.
"On a walk. With Adam," Amy said pointedly. Her mother seemed to have stopped listening so Amy just grabbed her purse and walked away.
Adam noticed Amy's slightly annoyed expression when they met by the front door.
"What's wrong?" he asked, holding the door open for her.
"My mother," she said irritable. "Sometimes she just makes me so mad." Adam gave her a look that clearly said that she didn't have to continue, but she did. "The burdens of being high class," she said, almost jokingly. "My father is always working. Constantly. We didn't just fall backwards into money. Dad's worked his whole life to be this comfortable. All Mother does is spend the money that Dad makes. It just makes me mad." Her voice trailed off at the end of her sentence and Adam knew that wasn't all that was bothering her.
"There's something else, isn't there?" he asked gently.
Amy hesitated before she answered. Her mother was a very sensitive subject to her. But she knew that she could trust Adam with anything, even her greatest fears.
"Well," she started slowly, gathering courage. "I know is going to sound ridiculous, but…but my mother hates me." Adam started to say something but Amy corrected herself. "No, that's a little harsh. She probably doesn't hate me, but, well, she hates the idea of me. You see, she never wanted children. Ever. Just didn't fit in with her master plan. I guess she just didn't want responsibility. So growing up, she was never around. She always managed to find someplace else to be. Missed my whole childhood practically." The more Amy talked, the stonier her voice became. "She missed my first step, if you'd believe that." Adam didn't say anything so she continued. "Dad was always working, so my mother usually left me with a nanny or a babysitter, or someone else, so long as she didn't have to look after me. She says that now that I'm older, she can enjoy my company, but she never talks to me. She just drags me around on her dinner and tea party circles and has me sit in the corner and look nice."
They had wandered into a small garden on the grounds of the country club. Amy and Adam sat down on a quaint stone bench. Amy gave a loud sigh, feeling a great weight lifted off her shoulders.
"Feel better?" Adam asked.
Amy smiled warmly at him. "I do, actually. Sometimes it just helps to say things out loud I guess." A sharp wind blew through the garden and Amy shivered.
"Do you want my coat?" Adam asked. She shook her head, but he had already removed his dress jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. "Better?"
"Much," she answered.
They were sitting very close now on the bench and they both noticed it. Instead of stammering, moving away or doing something else equally nervous, they moved even closer and enjoyed their proximity. Adam put his arm around Amy and she leaned against his chest. Neither of them spoke, but Adam knew that something very important had happened.
For a few minutes they sat there, not moving, not speaking. But before long they realized it was getting late. They started back for the front door of the country club. As they got closer, they say both their parents waiting for them. Amy's mother was chatting with her friend and Adam's father was talking with an old business associate. Before they were noticed, Adam gave Amy a quick kiss whispered, "The Ducks are practicing tomorrow around three. Just in case you want to come."
"I'll be there," Amy said, looking back at her mother with distaste. "Anything to get away from her."
They parted ways when they approached their parents. "See you tomorrow?" Adam asked.
Amy only nodded, just in case her mother might actually be listening. She may not take an interest the majority of the time, but when she did, Clarice Morgan was beyond snoopy. Amy didn't want to risk her mother messing things up with Adam. The whole car ride back to Eden Hall, Amy was in a kind of daze, thinking about seeing him again the next day. She wouldn't even have noticed if her mother had decided to strike up a conversation, which she didn't.
Adam's father wasn't as quiet as Amy's mother. As soon as he and Adam were in their car, he asked, "So, who is this girl?" with an amused air.
Adam tried to answer him casually, but he didn't think it worked. "Amy? Just some girl from school."
"Just some girl from school?" his father repeated. "That's it?"
Adam didn't answer, but he smiled to himself, which was enough of an answer for his father. Amy wasn't brought up in conversation again as they drove back to the dorms at Eden Hall. When they pulled up to Adam's dorm, his father gave him a strange, almost bemused look, which Adam chose not to interpret. Instead, he simply thanked his father for the dinner and said good-bye.
As Adam climbed the stairs to his room, he thought about seeing Amy the next day at practice. He could finally formally introduce her to the rest of the Ducks. He had told them about her of course, but most of them (except Connie) had never met her. He just knew that they would love her. How could they not?
He was so wrapped in his thoughts that when he opened the door to his dorm room, he walked smack into Charlie.
"Oh, sorry man," he stammered.
"S'okay, no permanent damage done," Charlie said. "I was just going downstairs to wait for you anyway. So, how was dinner?"
Adam smiled, still thinking of Amy and said, "Dinner was fine, I suppose." But Adam and Charlie had been friends for too long and Charlie knew he wasn't getting the whole story.
"Spill it, Banks," he said, leaning back on his bed.
"Nothing happened, really," Adam insisted, loosening his tie and hanging up his coat. "My steak was undercooked, my father went on and on about my college future, I ran into Amy…"
"Wait, hold up," Charlie interrupted. "You ran into Amy?"
Adam gave up trying to be secretive and told Charlie all about what happened in the garden. "And I think she's coming to our practice tomorrow," he finished. He was relieved in a way, that one of his closest friends now knew what he was feeling.
"Cool," Charlie said. "Finally get to meet her, up close and personal. You know," he added, "we should double, you and Amy and me and Linda. We should go to eat sometime, or go to a movie or something."
"I don't know, Charlie," Adam said. "You know how Linda can be with new people."
"Yeah," Charlie admitted. "But she warms up pretty quickly."
Suddenly, there was a streak of lightening and a crash of thunder outside the window, and Charlie gave a little yell. "Jeez, I didn't know it was supposed to rain tonight," he said, peering outside. "I hope it doesn't keep up. I hate having to walk to class in the rain." He turned to say something to Adam, but found his friend staring off into space. Instead of interrupting what was probably a pleasant daydream, he left Adam with his thoughts.