He propels CJ over to the sidewalk and still
won’t let go. CJ knows better than to argue—he’s scared his guy,
it’s in the tremble of his hands, the way Richard’s fingers claw
into CJ’s skin. He tries to hide it behind harsh words but CJ still
hears the tremor in his voice. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs.
Richard isn’t listening. “Cross-stitching
maybe,” he suggests, “or cooking. Or stick to drawing, why don’t
you? Save the daredevil stunts for the video games.” Now he
releases CJ, who shakes his jacket into place again and still feels
Richard’s hands on his body. Frowning at Mick and Brendan, Richard
asks, “Who’s this?”
“Some guys I met,” CJ says. He notices
Mick’s board by the curb and stoops to pick it up. “They shut down
the pipe, babe. Police tape everywhere. Some kids with
drugs—”
Noticing Mick’s skateboard, Richard says,
“That’s not yours.”
“I know.” CJ dusts it off, not that it
helps any, but he surely hopes Mick doesn’t try to pin the broken