He turned back toward the road. The other boy, the dark-haired one, was watching his folks pull out. He had a bad scar along one cheek. Garraty walked over to him and said hello. The dark-haired boy gave him a glance. “Hi.” “I’m Ray Garraty,” he said, feeling mildly like an asshole. “I’m Peter McVries.” “You are ready?” Garraty asked. McVries shrugged. “I feel jumpy. That’s the worst.” Garraty nodded. The two of them walked toward the road and the stone marker. Behind them, other cars were pulling out. A woman began screaming abruptly. Unconsciously, Garraty and McVries drew closer together.
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