Chapter 14: Full Circle

The drive to Ms. Pioneer’s house was taking longer than Evan expected. His father would say, “You dope, you’re spending more time and gas than you’re making cutting those lawns!” Fuck him, I’ll ask Ms. Pioneer for a bunch of money. Style Pioneer, what kind of name was that? He had no trouble understanding her on the phone but still expected her to be a foreigner. Maybe she’d be a sexy French woman who needed a massage?

Evan stopped trying to convince himself the job was more than mowing some lady’s grass and went back to thinking about what happened with Jayda. It had been more than great sex. In the past, sex had been about finally getting to shove his dick inside a girl, then wishing he could do it again as soon as it was over. He’d never fully appreciated it. Miss Tonya taught him some valuable lessons. At the time, he thought they were all about making the girl feel good, but now he knew that was only part of it.

Jayda’s body, the sounds she made, the way she responded to his touch, the way she tasted, the pressure needed to enter her, his dick coursing through her flesh, and the moment he released his orgasm on her, then held her, were all still very much with him. He’d given her a lay she wouldn’t forget, and neither would he.

Evan had lied about knowing Alex for the same reason he always pretended not to notice Jayda and Alex’s bodies. How could he remain in denial after fucking one of the softball sisters?

The pulsing jets of hot water pelted Jayda’s ass while she massaged her pussy. It didn’t hurt anymore, but she would remember that first few seconds of pain for a long time. Jayda hadn’t expected Evan to go all the way, and when she felt his thing on her back, it scared her. If she’d seen it, she probably would have chickened out. Good thing she hadn’t looked because letting Evan fuck her had turned a great moment into something spectacular. His giant dick ripping through her didn’t erase the miserable memory of the only other time she let a boy put his cock in her, but from now on, Jayda would consider Evan her first and remember it for the rest of her life. She smiled.

On the other side of the shower, Alex asked, “Are you gonna tell me, or do I have to come in there and beat it out of you?”

“I can’t. It’s embarrassing, and you’ll tell Gloria.” Jayda wished Gloria could know and all those stuck-up bitches at school, too, but Evan would be mad if she told.

“You know I won’t tell, even though it would serve her right for saying we didn’t have a chance with him.”

“I told you, I didn’t do--nothing happened with him.”

“Right,” Alex said and stuck her head inside the shower curtain, “then why did you show up with that I just got off glow and tell me sex with a boy was like shoving a cucumber in your twat?”

“I didn’t actually say that,” Jayda said and turned off the water. “Give me a towel and stop staring at my crotch like you’ll be able to tell if I had sex. You can’t, and I didn’t.”

“Here,” Alex said. “What happened then? Couldn’t be more embarrassing than anything we’ve done together.”

“That thing at the ballpark, that’s not embarrassing because we didn’t get caught, but if I tell you and you tell Gloria--”

“I swear,” Alex said, “if I blab, you can tell her about that time I peed the bed.”

“That must have been embarrassing.” Jayda laughed while drying her legs. “Okay, you tell and I tell everyone at school that you peed the bed during a sleepover.”

“Deal!”

“Evan was there, and of course I wanted to, you know, but my mom and his mother were there. What chance did I have?”

“Yeah, what’s the chance of Evan being interested?”

“Plenty,” Jayda said, “but I made up that cucumber thing so you’d think we did it. That’s embarrassing, but what’s more embarrassing is me touching myself and Evan catching me.”

“No!”

“Yes, yes he did, I think. I told you it was embarrassing. I didn’t think he knew I was there, and I had my hand on my crotch. That’s why I was red when I got here. I took off without a bathing suit under my cover-up. I wanted to get out of there, quick.” It was a good story, and she thought Alex bought it.

“That is embarrassing,” Alex said, “but it would have been more embarrassing if you had run into Mrs. Henderson in that open-knit tunic. I can’t believe you walked here like that.”

“You know me,” Jayda said. “Let’s go outside.” Maybe she’d show Alex a few of Evan’s tricks.

“Yeah, let’s, I’ve been waiting for you and missing out on tanning time.”

“Has Evan ever been here?”

“Here, like in my house or out front to pick Gloria up?”

“Obviously, I mean to pick Gloria up.”

“Hey, you never know, he might be into skinny tomboys with no tits.”

“Not everybody can have huge tits like Gloria,” Jayda said. “You got ass, though.”

Alex sighed. “But she’s got tits and ass, and she’s pretty. It’s not fair.”

Yeah, but she doesn’t get to have sex with Evan, Jayda thought. “So, Evan knows where you live?”

“Yes, of course. Why, are you expecting him to come over?”

“No, I was just wondering.” There was only one reason Evan would lie: he was planning on doing more spying, and she was going to give him something to see. “Come on, get naked,” Jayda said.

Since Evan turned onto the arrow-straight Beaver Dam Road, there hadn’t been one cross street or driveway. No wonder Ms. Pioneer told him, “You can’t miss it. When you reach the woods on the right side of the road, start looking for the only driveway. If you see cotton growing on the right, you’ve passed it.” She wasn’t kidding, it had been miles of fields, then trees.

Evan turned onto the oyster shell driveway and went through the woods for two hundred yards before he saw the house. It was a large place with a wide wraparound porch. He lived in a subdivision, so he didn’t know, but Evan thought it was one of those old plantation houses.

He stopped when his passenger door was at the brick walkway which curved across the front lawn to the porch. In front of him, on the left side of the house, were two gates. Beyond them, the driveway continued to what looked like an old barn that was now a four-car garage. Out his side of the car, through a narrow line of woods, Evan could see endless fields of some plant. He was no farmer in the Dell, that’s for sure, but he thought it was the cotton Ms. Pioneer mentioned.

Old movies Evan had seen and things he’d learned in school fanned his imagination, and he pictured the fields filled with cotton. Then his porn brain brought Rhina in from the creek. The plantation owner would be doing bad things behind his wife’s back while his daughters had muscle-bound black men ramrodding their cunts.

The expensive luxury car didn’t fit into his fantasy world. Ms. Pioneer probably wasn’t a farmer, but according to Miss Tonya, she was an interesting woman, whatever that meant. He thought she had to be crazy to live in the middle of farmland if she wasn’t a farmer. It was a huge house. Did she live alone, Evan wondered?

His car door closed with a thud, and several crows took flight. He followed the brick path and paused where it curved toward the stairs. The sun made it impossible to see if anybody inside was watching him. He turned in a circle and acted like he was estimating the size of the job, then continued to the foot of the brick steps. The double doors with their oval smoked windows gave the house dark eyes that stared back at him. Some apprehension about meeting a new person for a job was expected. What Evan felt was beyond apprehension. The house probably had ghosts, he decided.

Evan jumped when one of the house’s eyes pulled in, and a woman appeared. She walked to the edge of the porch, holding a phone to her ear, and gave him the universal one-minute sign. Her toes curled over the end of the planks like a competition diver about to launch. All his motor functions seized except for his ability to move his eyes up and down. He stopped them and looked straight ahead. “Interesting” was an understatement.

Miss Style Pioneer wore a one-piece shorts outfit made of gold spacesuit material. If her choice of clothes were the only thing, he could have gone with weird, but there was so much more. He tried to glance around idly, but his eyes continued to focus straight ahead. Her legs weren’t shaped by apparent muscles, but they were appealing. Her thighs touched together from her knees up to the gap, where the spacesuit clung to her crotch like shiny gold skin. She didn’t have a camel toe, rather, it was a mountainous bulge of pussy. She had to know he was staring at it.

The woman pointed and bent her knees, indicating he should sit in one of the chairs on the porch. He took the first two steps in one stride, paused facing her, then passed her on the right. The tight material was stretched over her flat stomach, and he noticed the outline of a loop, like a bellybutton ring. He also took mental snapshots of her softball-sized tits and their bullet-tip nipples. The right one was either deformed or pierced with a rod. Ms. Pioneer wasn’t an albino but hadn’t been exposed to the sun for some time. Her pale complexion was pronounced by her jet-black hair and matching eyebrows. The thick brows, dark eyeliner, black mascara, and bright red lips reminded him of a goth chick at school.

When she turned her back to him, he gobbled up the view of her rear end. The shorts weren’t too short, but the gold fabric was jammed in the crack of her ass. It wasn’t a big ass, but it was too big for her waist. She wasn’t pretty, but she was sexy as hell in an odd way.

When she said goodbye, Evan stood up, waited for her to turn toward him, and said, “Hi, Ms. Pioneer, I’m Evan.”

She said, “Yes, you are, just as Tonya described you,” then extended her hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too.” Her hand was small, but her grip was firm. It seemed weird shaking hands with her, and it lasted too long. Keep calm and make eye contact, Evan told himself but dropped his eyes anyway. A nipple ring, belly button ring, and the bulge at her groin were clear.

She said, “Just call me Style,” and finally let his hand go. He followed her to the railing, where she braced herself and leaned forward. “Look at this mess.”

He took his eyes off the gold spacesuit wedged between her cheeks and looked at the yard. “It’s not that bad,” he said.

She lifted a foot until it touched her butt. “All the leaves and branches those storms blew down need to be cleaned up before the lawn can be cut. The back is worse. Honestly, nothing has been done since Fall.”

“I can take care of all that for you.”

The black lines of her eyebrows lifted. “You think you can handle it?”

“Yes, definitely,” he said.

“Let’s walk around so you can see everything.”

Don’t stare, Evan warned himself, then watched her ass go down the steps. “Okay.”

Fifteen minutes later, Evan knew Miss Style was interviewing him, and he wanted her to hire him. “I can do anything you need done,” he said.

“I’ve talked to some other people, but I like you best so far, and Tonya’s opinion of you was very favorable.”

Thank you, Miss Tonya, he thought. Now, the hard part. “So how much--”

“Rather than pay by the hour, I’d give you three hundred dollars for the initial clean up, then one hundred a week for the pool and lawn. I may ask you to do some odd jobs here and there, but we’d negotiate those at the time. You think you can do odd things?”

Be cool, don’t be too excited. “I’m no Bob the Builder, but I’m pretty handy,” he said.

She surprised him by taking his hands in hers. “I’m sure you are,” she said. “Why don’t you take another look around and make sure you don’t have any more questions, then give me your decision. I’ll be around back on the porch.”

Instead of watching her walk to the gate, he went the other way and pretended to be evaluating the job, even though he knew his answer. It seemed too good to be true, even without the fringe benefits. He probably wouldn’t ever take her up on using her pool, but she had a riding lawnmower. That meant he could mow the lawn and clean the pool in two hours. That’s fifty bucks an hour, sweet, Evan thought.

Evan tapped on the door and started opening it. The largest dog he’d ever seen made him stop. “Ah,” he croaked.

Style smiled and said, “Sit, Brutus.” The dog sat at her feet and looked up at her like he wanted something. She rubbed his head and he seemed satisfied. “He’s friendly, I promise.”

“Good, that’s good because he’s huge.”

“Yes, he is, but he’s a pussycat. Well, have you decided?”

“Yes,” he said, “I’d like to do it.”

“Good, I’m glad. When will you start?”

“Tomorrow, pretty early, if that’s okay.”

She straddled the dog and walked forward until his shoulders were against her crotch. “That’s fine by me,” she said, holding the dog’s ears while scratching the sides of his head.

“I might bring a friend to help me get the first big cleanup done quickly. I’ll pay him.”

“Okay, that’s smart,” she said. “You might need some help. I can be a slave driver.”

The expression on her face made her choice of words seem less than coincidental. Evan glanced at the five-person hot tub, and said, “See you tomorrow.”

She said, “I’m about to jump in there.”

He didn’t think it was an invitation to join her, so he said goodbye again, and headed to his car, suspecting Miss Style was getting out of her clothes while he walked. Maybe I should think of something I forgot to ask?

A text from Deana surprised Evan. She wanted a ride home from Rebecca’s house. He thought that would give them a chance to talk, which was a good thing. He had a thirty-minute drive to figure out what to say to her. That shouldn’t be any harder than creating the opening paragraph for a novel.

Candy sat at her desk and stared at Sally’s letter. When somebody dies, at some point, you finally accept that they’re gone forever, even if you still think about them. In a way, it had been like her sister died, but acceptance never came, and she continued to grieve. She never stopped wondering where Sally was or under what circumstances she lived.

She placed her hand on the letter and closed her eyes, then summoned the image of her sister that she had always chosen when she missed her. The pregnant teenager’s smile was radiant. Her thick red hair was tied back, her freckled cheeks glowed, and her enormous breasts were heavy, resting on her bulging belly. They had both been so excited about Sally’s baby and talked nonstop about raising it together. It was a devastating blow when Sally gave her baby away. Was that why Candy got pregnant herself? No, she was naive and careless, it wasn’t intentional, as Sally and Bobby had accused.

When Candy’s breasts and belly were full, there wasn’t any excitement and enthusiasm like there had been for Sally’s baby. Reality set in, along with fear. It wasn’t a doll, a baby doll she could toss aside when she was done playing mommy. All the fears Sally must have felt set in, but she didn’t have Sally or Bobby’s support. Hadn’t they driven her to John, then turned on her?

The angry look on Sally’s face when she said John wasn’t a good person came to Candy’s mind. What were her exact words? “That man is a--”

The knock and the door opening were simultaneous, and Candy jumped. “You’re supposed to wait until someone says come in.”

“I know,” Gloria said, “Deana tells me that same thing, but you have a lock, so I figured if you were doing something I wouldn’t want to see, you’d--”

“Gloria.” She forced the stern mother’s face. “Your--”The word father stuck in Candy’s throat--”You know better.”

“Sorry, Mom,” Gloria said. “I know your doctor junk is important work, and I’ll remember to knock and wait.”

“Don’t be smart,” she said, fighting a smirk. “What do you want?”

“After practice would it be okay if I go over to Alex’s and spend the night?”

“Did she ask her mother?”

“Yes, she’s cool with it, and she’s picking me up for practice so Evan doesn’t have to take me. Where is Evan?”

“Working. Maybe you should get a job?”

“No, I’m too young to work,” Gloria said and kissed her. “I’ll call you later.”

Candy watched Gloria leave, then got up to close the door behind her. Gloria had everything she needed and was a carefree kid. Hadn’t she done the right thing marrying John?

It was a twenty-five-minute drive from Miss Style’s to Darlene’s trailer park, and ten minutes after Jason dropped her off, he was still trying to make sense of their conversation. Unfortunately, the fuckin’ redhead was an enigma. He had no understanding of their relationship if it could be called a relationship. How was he supposed to act the next time he saw her? More importantly, could he trust her? Sure, his ace was Brutus, but Darlene had Becky. In other words, “She’s got the jack, jack, jack...” Incest trumped bestiality any day, especially considering he’d let Brutus lick his balls clean. He was in over his head and needed help.

When Jason got home, Becky was on the phone with Darlene. Her grin made him think he was in over his head, with cinder blocks tied to his feet, and his sister wasn’t going to be any help. He wondered how much Darlene was telling Becky and how she would react to it.

The drive back from Style’s house seemed to take half as much time as the trip there, and Evan spent little of it thinking about Deana. Time alone wouldn’t minimize the severity of what happened, but while Deana was at Rebecca’s, his time had been flooded with events that diluted it. If he stacked lying about racing, his mother’s behavior, the job with Style, what happened with Gloria and fucking Jayda on one side of the scale, and almost putting his dick in Deana on the other, it didn’t seem like much.

When Rebecca’s front door opened and Deana and Rebecca stepped out of the house, everything except what happened with Deana fell off, and the scale tipped over. He had to think of something to say before she reached the car.

Deana stopped and turned back to Rebecca. They exchanged some words, then they kissed. He couldn’t see it, but it looked like more than a quickie goodbye kiss. The feeling in the pit of his stomach wasn’t comfortable.

“Hi,” Deana said and tossed a Walmart bag behind the seat. “Thanks for picking me up.” She closed her door.

Act like nothing happened, maybe that was best. “Don’t you have more clothes than that? You’ve been here--”

“What makes you think we wear clothes when we’re together?”

He didn’t need any help imagining them naked together. “Whatever.”

“Can we go to Sonic for a sundae?” Deana asked. “Please.”

Eventually, they’d have to talk about what happened, but not now. “Sure.”

They were on the road that ran parallel to the railroad tracks, going toward the dirt road where Evan first kissed Deana to make her feel better about kissing Rebecca. At that point, none of his old feelings had resurfaced, and everything was still status quo. The next two kisses were a bit more of a challenge, but they were still acting like every other brother and sister Evan knew. Then, they returned to the scene of the crime, and Rebecca got them to make out in front of her. Rebecca knew about it, which made the kiss more real, and it became a struggle to ignore his secret feelings. Their status quo sibling relationship derailed the night of the workout. Was it still on the tracks before he’d gone into the shower with her? It couldn’t wait. “Deana, we, I, ah--”

“Damn, look at that,” Deana said.

The difference between spandex and leggings wasn’t something Evan understood. To him, paisley leggings were just as hot as black tumbler pants. He was grateful Deana didn’t wear either. The ass in the leggings had an attitude, and he expected the girl to make him wait while she crossed the street. He slowed to a crawl. She wasn’t intentionally swinging her ass, but that wasn’t required to make him stare. Up, down, over and back, it danced, and her cheeks slapped together like they were applauding.

Deana said, “I’d know that butt anywhere.”

Did girls check other girls’ asses out? “You know her?”

“Yeah, pull up there,” she said.

It would be better if he turned right and went over the railroad tracks rather than continue onto the dirt road, but he wanted to know whose ass his sister was checking out. The girl turned back as soon as his tires hit the dirt. Deana lowered her window and said, “Hey, girl.”

His pulse quickened. Rhina White smiled and put her crossed arms on Deana’s door. “Deedee, how are you?”

Her tits rested on her arms, and the spaghetti string top gave his eyes full access to her chocolate cleavage, but not the dark chocolate Hersey kiss nipples he knew were there. He turned his head and leaned forward to make eye contact. Rhina’s look of recognition was unsettling. “Evan ... hey, how ya doin’?”

It wasn’t possible she could have seen him, was it? He said, “Hi,” and searched his brain for the moment she could have potentially seen him watching her get fucked in the creek.

“You know my brother?”

“Mmhm.” Rhina nodded. “Deedee, you gonna play next year? I think we finally gonna have a team to take state.”

“I am, and if you play, we got a good chance.”

“Shoot, you bring them long legs and that killer spike, that’s what we need.”

“Right,” Deana said. “You need a lift?”

“Nah, I live right over there.”

“Okay,” Deana said. “See yah.”

Rhina smiled at him and said, “See ya ‘round, Evan.”

Evan responded with a nod and put the car in reverse. So what if she knows, she was the one getting fucked in public. Why wouldn’t I watch? It was the beating off he was worried about, not the watching. “Now you’re offering my services to the tumblers, and the volleyball team?”

“Like you wouldn’t love to peek in the back seat at that. She’s got a body, and that butt, wow.”

He thought about complementing Deana’s bubble butt, but said, “Didn’t notice her body. Do all girls check each other out?”

“I wasn’t checking her out,” Deana said. “How do you know her?”

“I don’t.”

“The way she looked at you, seemed like she knew you.”

He decided to put off his talk with Deana until later. “Okay, I admit it, we had wild sex, but it was just one time.”

“You wish.”

That was the truth. “Seen her around school and at your games.”

“You rarely come to those.”

At Sonic, Evan ordered, then turned to Deana and took a deep breath. It was a risky diversion, but it seemed easier than having their talk. “Could you do me a favor?”

“I guess,” Deana said. “What is it?”

“Would you talk to Gloria about boys?”

“Boys?” Deana’s brow arched, and her eye squinted. “I’m sure Mok already handled that.”

“Not that talk, jeez, I mean about--”

“You embarrassed because she has a crush on you?”

“No.” His sister was gloating. “She shouldn’t still be getting in bed with me. Don’t you think? And why is she having so many bad dreams?”

Deana took a few seconds, like she had a good answer, then said, “I don’t know.”

“You don’t?”

“I know you think she shouldn’t ever grow up or be interested in boys, but it’s too late for that, and I already told you, it’s not a big deal. Let it play out, she’ll get over you before you know it, then you’ll be sad she doesn’t pay attention to you.”

“I guess.” Would Deana say that if she knew what happened that morning? “She’s, um, she’s growing up too fast.”

“Happened a while ago, you were ignoring it.”

Their order came, so he let it go and dug his hand into his pocket.

“Wow, you’re loaded,” Deana said.

“Yeah, not really, but Miss Tonya paid me today.”

“That should make Dad happy.”

“Doubt it.”

Deana put her sundae on the dashboard, turned sideways in her seat, then held the plastic dish in front of her. “Well, I’m happy for you and thanks for buying.”

He hadn’t remembered saying he was buying. Deana’s lips pulled fudge off a scoop of ice cream, and he was glad she hadn’t gotten a banana split. “Dee, we should talk.”

“We should,” Deana said. “Why didn’t you tell me you were going to see Cindy?”

Why had he thought he could keep something from his mind-reading sister? “How did you know? Did you tell Mom?”

“No, but why don’t you want her to know, and why didn’t you ask if I wanted to go?”

“I didn’t think you’d want to hang out at the race shop. Besides, you weren’t around.”

“Where was I?”

Evan waited for her pink tongue to stop licking the melting vanilla from the edge of the container before answering. “I don’t remember.”

“You remembered that I wasn’t around, and you know I would have wanted to see her. What’s going on?”

Evan didn’t want to lie to his sister, even if he thought he could get away with it. “It’s a long story.”

His sister tucked loose strands of hair behind her ear. “I got plenty of ice cream left.”

He said, “You could be sisters.”

“What?”

They were both gorgeous, and that’s what he wanted to tell Deana. “Cindy, you and Cindy. You remind me of her when you do that with your hair.”

“I know, it’s kind of weird when I see her.”

“When did you see her?”

“She came over, drove me to Rebecca’s, now stop stalling. What’s going on? Why can’t Mom know about it?”

“Same reason you can’t know.”

“Well it’s too late for that, you know you’re gonna tell me. I’ll find out anyway.”

“I know, you’ll read my mind.”

“I don’t read your mind, but you suck at lying.”

“You need to teach me how to do it better.”

“First, tell me what’s going on with Cindy.”

“If I have to,” he said and sighed. “It’s bad, really bad. You sure you want to know?”

“Tell me!”

“We’re lovers. We’ve been hiding it all these years, but now we want to come out, to be married and live together.”

“Mm, you’d make a good couple if it were true. Now give it to me, tell me the truth.”

He wanted to scream, please don’t ever ask me to give it to you. “It isn’t something you want to be involved in. If you know, you might get in trouble, too.”

“I’ll take my chances,” she said.

His sister nodded her head without saying a word the whole time he told her about racing. When he finished, she had a huge smile plastered on her face. “That’s great,” she said. “Why wouldn’t you want me to know that? You must be excited. How on earth did you keep it to yourself so long?”

By fucking Becky, Miss Tonya, and Jayda, then almost both of my sisters. “I had to. If Cindy hadn’t spoiled it, I’d still be keeping it a secret. Now you have to lie about knowing if I get caught.”

“I have no problem lying, and I’ll get away with it, but there’s no way you can get away with this. Eventually, he’s gonna find out.”

“As long as he doesn’t know before I race, who cares.”

“You’ll care when you’re grounded for life or dead.”

“If I do good, he might change his mind.”

“You’re delusional. Dad never changes his mind or admits he’s wrong, even when he is. He’s an asshole.”

Evan stared at Deana until she said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean that. It’s just not right that he won’t let you race.”

His sister might not have meant to say what she said, but she meant it, and more, he felt it. “Did he do something to piss you off?”

“No, nothing, it’s, I don’t know, everything I guess. You know, you’re the one who wants to race. Now you have to lie and hide. That sucks.”

He said, “Yeah,” and ate his ice cream, waiting for the rest. Deana remained silent and avoided making eye contact. There had to be more.

When Deana finally looked up, she said, “You should talk to Mom, get her on your side. You know she always took up for us. Remember how she used to--”

“That was before they got married.” He hoped he hadn’t sounded as angry as he felt. “What happened?”

“He thinks he owns her,” she said. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t say things like that. I’m glad they got married, or she wouldn’t be around anymore.”

“Is she glad?” he asked. “You think she’s happy?”

“She must be ... right, or she’d leave. Why are we talking about this? What do we know about marriage?”

“You’re right, it’s none of our business.” That was a lie. Why wouldn’t it be his business if someone he loved wasn’t happy? “I really don’t want to get Mom in the middle of this.”

“You know she’s gonna find out anyway. She probably already knows something’s going on. All she has to do is look at you. Why not let her decide if she wants to be in the middle of it. She’ll be more upset if you lied to her.”

“I guess, I don’t know. I’m glad we got to talk.”

“Me too,” she said. “Let’s go home, I need a nap.”

“Mm, and why didn’t you and Rebecca sleep?”

“Sorry, that’s for us to know and for you to never find out.”

What would be worse, knowing what they did or imagining it? Either way, it made him uncomfortable, like thinking about his father with Candy. “I’m sure it was a bunch of chick flicks and boring stuff, but I don’t want to know.”