“Why do you do that?”
The question shattered my daydream into pieces so small that I couldn’t remember what I was thinking of. “…huh?” was my reply. For a few seconds I was confused about my location.
“Why do you do that?” he asked again.
I finally found the source of the question and everything came back into focus. Garret sat across from me at the table. We always had lunch at the diner after class. “Do what?” I asked him back.
“That thing with your ear.” His eyes asked the question more earnestly than the tone in his voice.
“Uh…” I realized what I was doing and quickly pulled my hand away from the side of my head. “What thing?”
He gave me that ‘you-gotta-be-kidding-me’ look of his. “What do you mean ‘what thing’? That thing. Where you,” he spoke slower as he tried to describe the action, “caress your earlobe between your knuckles.”
I knew what he meant, but I really didn’t know exactly why myself. So I lied instead. “I really don’t have the slightest clue what you're......
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