Chapter 59

Hunter looked around, if not for someone to call out to Thumper to stop, then for someone to indicate that the pudgy little faggot was joking. He sized Thumper up and seemed ready to throw down until he looked in Thumper’s eyes. “Just come and get your fuckin car,” he said to me as he turned heel and started down the driveway. “And I’m sendin you the bill, Berger!” he hollered over his shoulder. Bob-Gunnar waved an unseen acknowledgment, and Mikey and I ran to Thumper.

“I’da done it, Fox. I swear I would have.”

“I know you would have,” I told him, hugging him and then Mikey when he leaped down the stairs.

“Well, so, cool,” Thumper said when we broke up the group hug. “Let’s go get the car and get the hell out of here.”

“Well, it’s just…” Mikey hedged.

“Oh, right. Well, go and talk to your mom.”

“Geez, Thumper,” I said, “give the kid a minute. He might need a day or two to get it together.”