<blockquote>I know what Dave wants even before he says it, before I’ve even taken off my stupid work cap or thrown my keys on top of the pile of crap beside the door. He’s taken his head off again, somehow, and I never can figure how he does it with no thumbs or even fingers, and I know my uncle didn’t help, but there it is on the rug waiting for me, Dave’s head, and he opens his gigantic mouth wide and looks at me with his big, brown fake eyes, and says, “Road trip?”
“I’m a senior porter now,” I say. “I can’t just skip work.” This is true.
“I looked at your schedule on the fridge. Your next shift isn’t until Tuesday,” Dave says. This is also true. “So, road trip?”
“You know I can’t leave Uncle Marty alone that long,” I say.</blockquote>
➤ Deeply weird and doesn't explain everything but it's great
