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A week later, Ryan was on the UMD campus. She walked over to the statue of the diamondback terrapin, symbol of the school’s teams, and rubbed its head. The week had been hectic, including a tense dinner with her parents, and it felt like it was the first time in days she’d even been able to take a deep breath. “So, let’s see.” She patted the terrapin’s head again. “In the last week, I’ve filed a record number of reports at work, argued both on the phone and in person with my parents, argued with our guitarist, and picked up a boyfriend. A hockey-playing boyfriend.” She shook her head. “It doesn’t feel quite real.” When she got no response, she shrugged and leaned against the statue’s base and waited for Evan. It had only been a week, but so far Brody hadn’t done any of the things she might have expected from a person obsessed with sports. He’d called when he said he would, and left messages that made her laugh if she couldn’t get to the phone. He asked about the band’s progress, and although he said he wanted her to come to a game, hadn’t pressed her on it. Ryan realized she had to give up her preconceived notions. Lara had been right, Ataşehir escort at least so far. Brody treated hockey like his job, which it was. Like anyone else with a job, he talked about it at times, and let it go at others. She needed to give him the benefit of the doubt. “It must be a set up. It shouldn’t be this easy.” Ryan stared at the terrapin, but he remained impassive. “Hey, Ryan!” Evan jogged up and gave her a hug. “Hi.” Ryan reached up and mussed his hair. “You need a haircut.” “Yeah, I know.” He grinned. “Sorry I’m late, got caught up in homework.” “They make the basketball players do homework?” Ryan teased. Evan put a hand on his chest and took a stumbling step back. “Oh, I’m hurt! How could my own sister say such a thing?” Then he grinned. “Come on, is that the best you’ve got?” She laughed. “Sorry, long week. I’ll think on it and come up with something better.” Then she saw the book in his hand. “So, what? You carry that to impress the girls?” “Oh.” Evan looked down, as though he’d forgotten he was carrying anything. “Oh, well. Here. Don’t say anything to Dad, okay?” Ryan gave Ümraniye escort bayan him a puzzled smile and took the textbook he held out. “‘Introduction to Architectural Principals?’ Wow, Ev.” She paged through and gave a low whistle. “It’s all Greek to me. Wow.” She handed it back. “I didn’t know you were interested in architecture.” “Well, I’m not sure how interested I am yet, but it sounded neat when I was checking out courses. And you remember my friend, Reza? His dad’s an architect and I’ve talked to him a bit about it.” Evan shrugged, embarrassed. “I don’t know, it may not work out.” “Why don’t you want me to tell Dad?” Evan snorted. “Are you kidding? You think he wants me to take anything resembling difficult? He wants me to take safe courses to keep my GPA up so I don’t get on academic probation or anything. Of course he thinks I’ll declare for the draft. He even told me, why bother declaring a major when I know I’m not going to finish it.” Ryan was silent, leaning against the statue and studying her brother. “So I’m guessing you don’t agree with that plan?” “I don’t know.” Evan rubbed Escort Bostancı the back of his neck. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be dumping all this on you before the gig.” “It’s all right. I have some time, and the sound check’s done. Come on.” She stepped away from the statue and started walking. Evan caught up in two long strides. “I don’t know what I want,” he said after a few minutes. “I mean, I love playing basketball, don’t get me wrong. But I just don’t know if I want it the way JT wants football, you know? Or the way you want your music.” “You still have time to decide, kiddo.” Ryan put her hands in her pockets. “I mean, you’ve just started your first semester.” “Oh, come on, Ry.” Evan barked a laugh. “You and I both know that if I do anything other than declare for the draft when I’m eligible, Dad will have a fit. He doesn’t care about anything else. Last time I saw them, I tried talking about classes and if there’s something beyond ignoring a person, that’s what Dad did.” Ryan nodded, knowing that feeling all too well. Evan went on, “It was all about sports, all about basketball. And if not that, then about JT and football. Dad acts like this is all just filler until I play games. He knows I need to take the classes, obviously, but he acts like it’s a waste of time.” “Dad can be tough to talk to. Not that I try anymore. You know, I’m still sorry I left your birthday like that. I was just so mad.” “No worries.” Evan shrugged.
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