My dad started to play with the controls, as I just scanned my eyes around the room.She seemed to be into computers, and music (which was my pastime; I was programming in three different languages, and enjoyed computer music/synthesizers).
Interestingly enough, I went a number of times with my dad to his favorite hangout; a friend of his operated a gas station that was frequented by truckers.
So, by the age of 13, I had been exposed to every known word in the book, along with stealing some glances at the magazines that they had there.
That summer, after school was through, Angie was sent to Wisconsin to visit her aunt.
This was more or less an annual affair, having happened at least twice before. She had a new boyfriend that she was trying to catch, so she frankly had not much time to think about a niece–who she did not really want around, anyway.
As I grew older, my dad started taking me on jobs with him; he ran an air conditioning business on the side.