Dreamlocked

Chapter 10: We All Learn Something Now and Then

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      "Do I get my explanation now?" He threw the question over his shoulder at me.

      "Sure. Ask the question again." I commanded him.

      "Why were you curious about a blue box across the street?" He asked again paraphrasing his original question.

      "Because I am." I smirked.

      "No reason? Really?" He started to turn his head to look at me. I reached up and pushed his head forward once more.

      "Eyes on the road." I informed him.

      "You have got to be kidding me." He spoke under his breath, but the wind carried his comment back towards me.

      "I'm not kidding." I smirked.

      "How do you not have an actual answer? I feel double crossed." He informed me.

      "Do you really want a decent explanation?" I asked him over the wind.

      "Of course I do. Why do you think I asked?" He replied in a ‘duh’ tone.

      "Okay. My whole life I've been insatiably curious about everything; asking weird questions and going on adventures. It would often end up badly for me. I would be grounded or get injured. Then, I would have to spend a lot of time in my room, whether I was in trouble or recovering, reading books and magazines and answering my questions by doing research. I spent a lot of time with myself; slowly gaining knowledge and separating myself from my family and my friends. My brother had the same problem and we answered our questions together. I got smarter and smarter; almost too smart for my teachers. I was so advanced I graduated high school at seventeen, almost sixteen, and college with my degree in anthropology and my PhD two years ago. Just this June got I a job as a detective. I'm a detective, but I understand people; I can read them. I can identify people who have been murdered or are beyond recognition. I investigate for justice and catch the criminal every single time. I'm a sleuth and that satiates my curiosity. So, when I went to look at that box it was because it's in my basic nature to ask the questions and to get answers." I took a deep breath and pulled it to my toes. I just explained my entire life to an almost stranger.

      "Wow." He said simply. He sounded almost dumbstruck.

      "I know." I said right back.

      "We're here." He said. I looked up at the hospital.

      "How long have we been here?" I asked. We could have been still for fifteen minutes and I might not have noticed I got so wrapped up in my story.

      "Two-ish minutes." He informed me looking at his little silver watch.

      "Okay, good." I said as I climbed off. John followed my lead. I took off my helmet, took my hair out of its pony tail, and shook it out.

      "That was some explanation." He said still sounding amazed.

      "That wasn't an explanation," I spoke with force; he had to understand, "that was a story with an answer tacked on the end." I began to walk in the direction of the hospital.