Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children - BOOCarz

It was Dr. Golan.
I wanted to say that he and my dad could both stuff
it up their asses, but I knew this situation required
some tact. If I pissed Golan off now it would be the
end of my trip. I couldn’t leave yet, not with so much
more to learn about the peculiar children. So I played
along and explained what I’d been up to—all except
the kids-in-a-time-loop part—and tried to make it
sound like I was coming around to the idea that there
was nothing special about the island or my
grandfather. It was like a mini-session over the phone.
“I hope you’re not just telling me what I want to
hear,” he said. That had become his standard line.
“Maybe I should come out there and check on you. I
could use a little vacation. How does that sound?”
Please be joking, I prayed.
“I’m okay. Really,” I said.
“Relax, Jacob, I’m only kidding, though Lord knows I
could use some time away from the office. And
actually, I believe you. You do sound okay. In fact, just
now I told your father that probably the best thing he
could do is to give you a little breathing room and let
you sort things out on your own.”
“Really?”
“You’ve had your parents and me hovering over you
for so long. At a certain point it becomes
counterproductive.”
“Well, I really appreciate that.”
He said something else I couldn’t quite hear; there
was a lot of noise on his end. “It’s hard to hear you,” I
said. “Are you in a mall or something?”
“The airport,” he replied. “Picking up my sister.
Anyway, all I said was to enjoy yourself. Explore and
don’t worry too much. I’ll see you soon, all right?”
“Thanks again, Dr. G.”
As I hung up the phone, I felt bad for having ragged