horseback riding along the tops of these cliffs overlooking the ocean. But at one point, when our guide was busy closing the gate behind us, Elizaâs horse took off running and then, not even knowing what I was doing, I kicked my horse hard with my heels and went galloping after her. It was my first time ever being on horseback, but I had to catch her. So I got my horse right up beside hers and somehow that made the horse she was on slow down and relax, until finally we were both able to stop.
She was breathing fast then. I remember itâlike she was hyperventilating, so bad she could barely even speak. âTake a deep breath,â I told her. âCome on, you can do it, just take a deep breath.â
And she did. She did what I told her. She breathed deep and long and slow.
I listen to her breathing nowâslower, easier.
I kick the toe of my boot into the ground, trying to think up something to say to change the subject.
âUh . . . did your, uh . . . dad stay in New Orleans?â
âYeah, and you know how my dad used to be so obsessed with Japan? Now itâs like heâs totally changed and suddenly he doesnât care at all about the Japanese stuff and heâs become totally obsessed with New Orleans. I swear, heâs gonna start talking with an accent before long.â
We both laugh at that.
âYou know . . . I . . . uh . . . Your dad . . . I mean . . . he was always pretty distant. And he was terrible to your mom . . . and to you . . . really. So maybe you guys are better off this way?â
âThatâs exactly what I told my mom,â she says. âI knew youâd understand.â
She takes my hand in hers for a second, and the feel of her is warm and electric all over my body.
âWell,â I tell her, âI am sorry this is happening to you. I know it must be hard.â
âYeah, thanks.â She tilts her head to one side. âAnyway,â she adds, âat least we got to move back here, right?â
I nod, thinking that maybe I really should make getting food a priorityâbecause the nausea is not letting up. The pain is still in my stomach, and now the veins in my skull feel all swelled with blood, squeezing in at my temples so goddamn tight. With each beat of my heart, itâs like the veins clamp down even harder and I see this bright light flashing in the darkness when I close my eyes.
âHey, are you all right?â she asks me.
âYeah . . . no,â I say, standing up as slowly as I can so I donât do anything embarrassing, like maybe pass out completely. âIâm fine. You wanna . . . you wanna go get something to eat?â
âSure,â she says, smiling.
âI can make something inside,â I tell her, not wanting to make her leave if she doesnât want to. âOr we could go to Video Café. Theyâre open twenty-four hours.â
She nods. âOkay, yes, letâs do that.â
Her body brushes against mine as she starts to walk, and I feel this warmth in me just from the slightest touch. That strange rotting smell has gone, and I think maybe this might actually work out. After all, she seems the same. I mean, differentâbut the same. The same Eliza. And I think maybe Iâm not that different, either.
Itâs just like it used to be.
But then Prestonâs front door opens and a bunch of kids holding forties come pouring out into the courtyard with us. Theyâre seniors I know only by sight, but tonight, because of Eliza being so goddamn beautiful, they seem eager to talk. In fact, one of them even knows my name.
âYo, whatâs up, Miles? Whoâs this you got here?â
Heâs sloppy drunk, but still handsome, I think. At least, I imagine Eliza must think heâs handsome. He has his hair all shaved around the sides and long in front, sticking up