“Fucking humidity is making it hot enough to scald a lizard.” Rhyland grabbed his shirt from the yellowed grass, slipped it on, then began rolling himself a joint. “I’m tapping out. Cal, wanna bum a ride?” I did, but I also didn’t like the idea of being alone with a guy who wasn’t Dad or Row. “Thanks, but I—” “I’ll drive her.” Row hurled his axe against the tree trunk he’d used to chop the wood, burying the blade inside. He picked up a kitchen towel and wiped off his hands. “Gotta buy some ice anyway.” Can’t you just shave some off your heart? “Oh, I don’t want to burden you.” I braided my
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