“Do you feel like your mom just dropped us off here before homecoming?” I asked. “I never went to homecoming,” he said. I pretended to play a violin, at which point I realized I had no idea how a person actually held a violin. “What’s that,” Gus said flatly. “What are you doing?” “I think I’m holding a violin,” I answered. “No,” he said. “No, I can safely say you are not.”
