donât get scared in there at night, that stationhouse?â
âNah. Psh.â
âIsnât it like illegal, not goin to school?â
Ray looked away. âYou like school?â
âI love school. Why they call this place Ten Mile River?â
âBecause itâs ten miles up from the southern tip of the island.â
âOkay.â
âThatâs what I read, anyway. I donât mean to sound cocky or anythin, like Iâm this reader or somethin. Like I donât mean to sound like I know what Iâm talkin about.â
âYou donât, donât worry.â
âThanks,â he said. âYeah.â
âYou are a funny boy.â
He had a whole list of cool questions to ask her but forgot them. Those buckteeth killed him. âSo, can you bend spoons?â
âHuh?â
âForget it. So, you like my homeboy?â
Trini squinted, wrinkled her nose at Ray.
âHeâs real handsome, right?â
âHeâs okay.â
âYou like him, right?â
âHeâs okay.â
âOkay. I could, like, tell him you like him if you want me to.â
âNah, nah, nah, thatâs okay,â she said.
âOnly if you wanted me to, Iâm sayin.â
âNah.â
âItâs an open-ended offer.â
âOkay.â
âSo, you want me to tell him then?â
âNah.â
âOkay, you let me know.â
âOkay.â
âDoes that meanââ
âIâll let you know, Raymond, okay?â She munched a fry. âI do think itâs nice that he looks out for you, though. He seems sweet. Heâd have to be to be one of your boys.â She looked at Ray, smirked. âHe a ladiesâ man though, right? Your boy a player?â
Ray smiled.
She studied Ray, his eyes. âSeriously, youâre mad smart, right? All those books. Youâre different.â
âNah, nah, Iâm just your regular old fat giant type of ugly dope kid.â
She slapped his leg. âI happen to think youâre very cute.â
His heart hummed as it broke. She was into José, no doubt.
Trini squinted, worked her lips into a corkscrew smile. âRaymond, you ever meet somebody, you feel like you know them a long time? You feel like you can say anything to that person?â
âYeah?â
âYouâre like the big kid brother I always wanted.â
An asteroid the size of a cannonball dropped from high orbit and zipped through Rayâs chest at sixty thousand miles an hour. âYour big kid brother,â he said. âCool.â
7
José kicked open the stationhouse door, collapsed onto the couch. âWater. Iâm-a die. I ainât run like that since juvie. Totally rehydrated.â
âWell, we canât have yâall bein totally rehydrated. Lemme step-ânâ-fetch you some water, Master.â
âPlease, son. Iâm like to the burnin bush. Canât move. You donât know the hell I been through last two hours.â
âHell happened?â Ray said.
âGimme a bottle a Polish Spring, I tell you all about it.â
Ray brought the water.
José swigged, burped. âA hour and a half Iâm huntin down that Richie kid. I got half our money back. Kid gonna bring me the other three dollars next week, he says, but I donât know. He got them liar eyes, the kind thatâ¦You listenin to me?â
âYeah, but I canât believe what Iâm hearin. You run him an hour and a half for three bucks?â
âItâs the principle of the thing.â
âAnd whatâs that, that we can steal but he canât?â
âNot from us.â José winked. âSo then Iâm comin home, that punk we owe money to?â
âThat Paulie cat?â Ray said.
âMean-ass wannabe sees me countin the dough I just got off Richie, Paulie starts to chasin me. I had to run into them piles of garbage bags