"Hey, Darrow's weird, man," was the only response I had to him being over a century old. If we both lasted that long here, we'd probably both have stone cold looks that could stop someone in their tracks. Putting up with Darrow nonsense for that long would harden us.

Wow, what an awful thought, to be here that long. It had been less than six months and every day felt like a struggle for me. Less and less these days, though. That scared me.

I shook my head and got back to the dinner. I frowned. "What was she sick with?" I asked, carefully avoiding the mention of his dad. That seemed kind of straightforward. "Not that there's anything wrong with Chinese take out, but I could see that getting old quick."