AGUILAR, MAX.
“I mean, we did just spend what felt like two years in the woods,” Max pointed out, always matter-of-fact. He didn’t mean to annoy Logan; it was just the truth. He took a bite from his funnel cake, fork foregone and the plate up to his mouth. He chewed, listening thoughtfully to Logan’s misery. “Where would we be able to see it from the city? Could we get a telescope or something?”
Logan looked over, not exactly surprised at the sympathy — it was Max, after all — but surprised he was willing to work to find a solution with her rather than just a little bit of comfort. She thinks for a second. “ My telescope likely wouldn’t work. Or, definitely wouldn’t. Too much smog and light. A planetarium would. That telescope is powerful enough. But good luck getting one of those to fit in your pocket. ”












