Becky suddenly remembered one of the things Weirdo Mom had shouted: Stop calling, honey! He’ll hear you!
“Be careful!” the boy shouted. “Don’t you get lost too!”
This was followed by another brief burst of laughter—a giddy, nervous sob of hilarity. It wasn’t Cal, and it wasn’t the kid, not this time. It wasn’t the woman, either. This laughter came from somewhere to her left, then died out, swallowed by bug song. It was male and had a quality of drunkenness to it.
Becky suddenly remembered one of the things Weirdo Mom had shouted: Stop calling, honey! He’ll hear you!
