I perused the menu, trying to find something. I’d only eaten two meals with the man — a burger for dinner and breakfast at the diner. Nothing looked appetizing. “Sir, would you like me to take your car and get us something from a nearby place?” I glanced over at him.

“No one drives my car. Besides, can you even drive a stick shift?” His eyes looked around his laptop.

I shook my head, no. Defeated, I re-read the menu. I sat on the bed and flopped down on my stomach. I let out a sigh and turned on the TV.

“Turn that off, it’s distracting,” he scolded.

I sat...