thing?â
âDo you buy?â I asked her, because now I was the cops.
âSometimes I smoke with my friends. But I donât actually buy it.â
âThatâs good,â I said. âSafer, anyway.â
âYeah.â
âDoes everybody smoke?â I said.
âNot everybody. But a lot of people. So you wonât tell her?â
The wind picked up. More fireworks down on the sand. Delton knew about Island Pizza. Mid was in prison and Alice was on the phone. I was who was left to be in charge. I said, âWhat if we just try to make it through tomorrow, and then see what happens?â
âCan you at least not tell her tonight?â
âOK,â I said. âI wonât tell her tonight.â
âCool.â She relaxed a little, pushed her hair off her face. âI ran over a sign, by the way. But I got out and checked. You canât see anything.â
âWhat kind of sign?â
âSomething in the middle of the road, up on the grass. Iâm not sure.â
âAre you alright?â
âIt was just a sign. I kind of lost it and drove over the curb. Iâm fine.â
She looked out at the water. The shrimp boats were lit up red and white. I wanted a beer. Or a joint, even. Instead, I sat with her, studied her, waited for her to tell me something else I did not know.
Alice and Carolyn decided Delton staying with us was easier than somebody driving her back home, so we set her up on the sleeper in the living room. We left her watching a comic explaining the difference between going to bed with white girls and going to bed with black girls. âAre you allowed to watch this stuff?â I said.
âIâve seen it already,â she said. âItâs on all the time. I like him. Heâs funny.â She turned around. âNot this part so much, but other parts.â
The comic said, âNow white girls will go like
this.
â
I said, âCan we get you anything? Water? Another blanket?â
âIâm good,â she said. âYou guys are cool. Itâs cool here. Iâm all set.â Alice rubbed Deltonâs hair. I waved. We went to bed.
Through the wall, I could hear the rise and fall of laughter on the TV, and I could hear when it changed over to commercial, but I couldnât make out individual words. I said, âDo you think sheâs having sex?â
Alice said, âThatâs what youâre worried about right now?â
âNo,â I said. âBut do you?â
âYou were, right?â
âShe seems young.â
âNo, she doesnât. She seems fifteen.â
âThatâs young,â I said.
âIâd have her on the pill. Iâll tell you that.â
âOh, God,â I said.
âWhat?â
âFifteen years feels like a lot of years from now. Thatâs all.â
âDonât freak out about that. Freak out about other things.â
âDonât worry,â I said. âWhat did Carolyn say?â
Alice moved her pillows around. âShe said the twins handled it OK. She didnât tell Maggie. I think she thinks he did something. But I donât know.â
âDoes she know what the charge is yet?â
âIntent to distribute,â she said. âWhatever that means.â
âHoly shit.â
âWell, you donât go to jail for a parking ticket, right?â
âYeah, butââ My head felt a little loose from my body. âWe might be fucked.â
âI thought you said we were fine.â
âWe are. In one way, we are. But still.â
âStill what?â
âWeâll need that money,â I said. âThat money or other money.â I reached underneath the sheet, rested my hand next to her hip. âItâs justâyou know we canât really move back, right?â
She said, âI donât want to move back.â
âBut weâre here for this,â I
Eric Flint, Charles E. Gannon