↑ 1.01.1Kenzie climbed into the passenger seat. Her dad glanced over the group, briefly making eye contact with me, before taking a seat behind the wheel. She stuck her hand out the window to give us a bit of a wave as her dad pulled away.
“Most uncomfortable car ride,” Rain said, watching them go.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Julien Martin, giving me a ride earlier. Kenzie sent me a text letting me know he was on his way to pick me up. I would have said no if she’d asked beforehand. He turned up, let me into the car, then the entire way here, didn’t say a single word. I didn’t say a thing either.” - Excerpt from Glare 3.5
↑As I landed, her dad pulled away. Kenzie raised a hand in a wave.
I was aware of the lack of a wave in response. From the way she lowered her hand and glanced at me, Kenzie was too. - Excerpt from Glare 3.2
↑He was almost as meticulous in appearance as Kenzie. He was very lean, with pronounced cheekbones and a long face that was made to look longer by the goatee that extended an inch from his chin. He wore a short-sleeved work shirt with a pinstripe pattern on it, and slim jeans that looked like they had cost a pretty penny. Shoes, belt, and watch, all expensive-looking.
The beard and his longer hair weren’t as tidy as Kenzie was, but I was hardly about to judge, given how it was probably a day off for him and he was sitting in the sun. - Excerpt from Glare 3.2
↑“I hear you,” Houndstooth said. “I’m just worried you’re not going to listen, and if that’s the case, then it’s a bad replay of me, our Protectorate leader and our PRT liaison talking to her school. It’s a replay of us having a meeting with her new foster parents. It’s a repeat of us talking to the parents of a new friend she’s made.” [...] “Pay attention when she talks about new friends or people in particular, get ahead of that, introduce yourself, keep a close eye on things. Talk to her teachers. Talk to her foster parents, or the people at whatever institution she’s at. They’re probably pretty overloaded, but make them pay attention. Get everyone on the same page. Same rules for everyone, boundaries, sticking to those boundaries, limit physical contact and gestures of affection unless okayed by the therapist.” [...] I made a mental note about the emphasis on foster parents. I’d need to have a conversation with others and pay more attention to Julien and his wife. [...] “Super embarrassing,” she said. “And my foster parents?”
“Dad only got into realty a year and a half ago, but he’s really good at both the buying and selling sides of things. I don’t really get it all, but his boss seemed pretty happy with him. You got a promotion, right?”
“He’s doing it ethically, too, which is so important, with so many shady people out there.”
↑“Dad, this is Victoria. She’s the coach I was talking about. Victoria, this is my dad.”
“Hi, Mr…” I extended a hand.
“Julien Martin,” he said. He shook my hand. Both handshake and his tone were stiff, but it was a different kind of stiffness than I was used to seeing in Dean’s family. I was well aware of how easily I’d slotted him onto that same mental shelf. - Excerpt from Glare 3.2