Chapter 140

When I didn’t respond to the kid’s first shout, he called again. “Hey, you. Hey!” I could see him from the edge of my vision, overweight and dressed in a black t-shirt that threatened to split where it stretched across his belly. He leaned against the trunk of an old car and as I walked by, he detached himself from the vehicle to follow. “I’m talking to you,” he said, weaving after me. When a hand touched my shoulder, I jerked it off, didn’t look around, kept walking. “I said I’m talking to you.”

“No, you’re not.” My lover’s voice, quiet and sure like salvation. NowI turned, and Dan had a hand on the stranger’s arm, stopping him. With a nod at me, he said, “Get to the car, Michael. I’ll be right there.”

I don’t know what was said—he never tells me. But I have a feeling that if Dan talks to Ray, the rift it will open between my brother and me will make the one my aunts have with Jessie pale in comparison. 42: Good Clean Fun