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CHAPTER THREE. 25 FELT LIKE FLYING
" Peter was still staring at her. There was the sunset, and then there was the glorious Amelia Sóng. "
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THE cafeteria was buzzing as always but before Amelia had the chance to follow Gemma to the line, something against her leg hummed. She dug in her jeans pocket and fetched out her phone, raising an eyebrow at the call. Leaning over closer to Gemma she told her she'd be back and answered the call, wandering out of the cafeteria. "Hello."
"Is this the wrong time? Are you busy?" Ken Sóng was always considerate.
Amelia furrowed her eyebrows. "Not at the moment, no. But I am in school if that's what you mean."
"Ah, I'm sorry."
"No, it's fine." She continued walking, not sure where she was going. "What is it?"
"I wanted to ask if you were still on the Academic Decathalon team in your school? It's still a thing right?"
This confused her. "Yeah, Dad. Why?"
"Well, with the finals approaching in D.C . . . ?"
"You want to me visit," she said it like a statement. She knew, of course, that they wanted her to spend more time with them in this second life.
Ken Sóng was refreshingly honest. "Naturally."
Amelia sighed. "I'll see," she said, not really in the mood for seeing.
"Okay. And call more often Mia, we miss you."
Amelia said, "Okay," then hung up. It wasn't that she didn't love her parents, or didn't enjoy their company, or never wanted to see them again. It was that they had lost one daughter and almost lost their second one, too, so they were incredibly protective of her. She was not really interested in giving them an opportunity to host another we're gonna convince you to stay dinner.
