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Jon shifted his focus to the kid, who was doing ca
“Hey, Sky Dancer, shit-for-brains!” she snapped. “What’s the matter with you? You want to hit your head and drown? Get over here before you crack your skull and die.”
The kid grabbed the side of the pool and worked his way around to her. She leaned down and hauled him out by one arm, after which he sat hunched and shivering on the side.
Jon peered at her. “What’s his name?”
“Sky Dancer. It’s like his spiritual designation, the same way Destiny’s mine. Why, you think it’s weird?”
“It’s not that. I just wasn’t sure what you said.”
She made a remark half under her breath and then turned to him, waiting for a response.
“Sorry, I didn’t catch that.”
“Yeah, you did,” she said with a slow smile.
He stared at her for a moment and then made an excuse and returned to the bus. What kind of game was she playing?
From that day on, he and Walker hung out with Creed and Destiny most afternoons. In her company, Jon was detached, seldom making eye contact. Surreptitiously he studied her, noting her gestures, absorbing her raucous laugh and her air of confidence. She didn’t shave her legs or armpits, and she exuded an animal smell that stirred him in some curious way. She’d taken to ignoring him, but he knew she was as aware of him as he was of her. She was the antithesis of the Playboy centerfolds and he wove her into his daydreams.
On the occasions when Walker had other deliveries to make, Jon rode over on his scooter so he’d have his own transportation. Later he couldn’t remember how the discussion about the money came up. Walker arrived fifteen or twenty minutes after he did that day. The three of them-Jon, Creed, and Destiny-were sitting around smoking dope, as usual, while Creed bitched and whined about his parents. Walker stretched out on the mattress, toking on the joint when it came around to him.
Jon sent Walker a look and then turned to Creed, saying, “Start over and tell him. Walker ’s big on finance.”
Creed said, “Like I was telling Jon before you got here, my grandfather left me money in his will and my parents are refusing to let me have it. They claim I can’t collect until I’m thirty. How fucked up is that?”
Destiny said, “His dad is such a butt. Creed’s entitled to the money so what gives him a say in the matter one way or the other?”
“How much are we talking about?” Walker asked.
Jon said, “Forty grand.”
Walker said, “Groovy. So what’s the deal? Was it left in trust?”
“Technically, but that’s bullshit. Dad could fork it over. He’s got money up the wazoo.”
“What do you need forty grand for, you pla
Creed and Destiny exchanged a look, and Creed said, “We’re buying a farm. We put a thousand dollars down and we need the rest by the end of the month.”
Jon laughed. “A farm? You’re shittin’ me.”
Creed scowled. “What’s wrong with that? We’re pla
Destiny said, “I’ll learn to make soap and I can sell my macramé. We’ll be completely self-sufficient. It’ll be way cool.”
“You’re not buying a farm,” Jon said. “What the hell are you talking about? How do you propose to ‘work the land’ when you don’t know jackshit about anything?” He’d developed a very low opinion of Creed and loved egging him on. Sometimes Destiny sided with her boyfriend and sometimes she turned on him, mocking him as Jon did. Today she was standing by her man.
She said, “We’re talking about a commune, dickwad. Don’t be such a prick. Everyone will pitch in.”
Jon could barely suppress a smile. “Oh, excuse me. A commune. Well, that explains it.”
Destiny bristled. “God, Jon. Who the fuck asked you? Why are you always trying to bring us down? Keep your opinions to yourself.”
“Hey, Des, come on. Why not tell ’em the truth?” Creed said.
“Because it’s none of their business!”
“What isn’t?” Walker asked.
“Nothing. Just drop it,” she said.
Creed ignored her. “We’re immigrating.”
“Knock it off, Creed. You’ve said enough.”
“Where to?” Jon asked.
“ Canada.”
Destiny pushed Creed sideways. “You know what your problem is? You don’t know how to keep your big mouth shut.”
“Baby, cool it. Would you just cool it? These are friends of ours, okay?” Creed turned to Jon. “I got my draft notice three weeks ago. We were having mail forwarded to a post office box in Oakland and there it was. I knew it was only a matter of time before they caught up with me. Short of shooting off my toe or claiming to be a bed wetter, my proverbial ass is grass. I’m ca
Walker said, “So you’re heading to Canada? Far out.”
“I thought Sweden was the haven of choice,” Jon remarked.
“ Nah, Canada ’s easier. We take the old yellow school bus and head north. We don’t even need passports.”
“The forty’s to cover us while we apply for citizenship,” she added.
Jon’s gaze shifted to her. “What if you get caught?”
Destiny flashed a look at him. “Man, you are bumming me out. What’s all the negativity about? I’m getting bad vibes from you.”
“I’m not putting you down. I’m just asking what you’ll do if they catch up with you,” he said.
“We don’t need your counsel, shitbird. You’re eighteen years old.”
“You think Creed’s mom and dad are going to buy your cock-and-bull story about a farm?”
“That’s it, Jon. You’re outta here. We don’t have to put up with your shit,” she said.
He smiled. “So okay, ignore me, but I’m telling you the truth. Creed’s parents aren’t stupid. You talk about starting a commune, they’ll laugh in your face.”
Creed said, “They already did when we first brought it up.”
“You won’t get a cent unless you come up with something better than that.”
“Maybe we have. We’ve been giving it some thought.”
“Creed!”
“What’s wrong with ru
“Great. And have ’em rat us out? That’ll be a big help.”
Irritated, Walker said, “Get off it. We’re not snitches.”
“I’ll just bet.”
Jon watched her with interest. “Now you got me curious.”
Creed took two quick hits from the joint and passed it to Jon. “Destiny came up with this. We could make it look like Rain’s been abducted and someone’s holding her for ransom. Dad would fall all over himself, forking up the dough.”
“So how much ransom? Forty thousand? That’ll fool ’em,” Jon said.
Destiny said, “Shit, Jon, would you lighten up? We’re still working out the details, okay? We’re tossing ideas around. We figure she’s our kid so it’s not like we’re really doing any harm.”
Jon drew on the joint, making the tip glow a bright red before he passed it on to her. “I thought his folks adopted her.”
“Technically, sure, but she’s still our kid,” she said.
Creed said, “Yeah, Jon. You’re missing the point. We scare ’em shit-less, wait a couple days, and then hit ’em good like it’s a one-time deal. Pay and you get the kid back. You don’t pay, she’s dead. They’ll come through in a heartbeat, no questions asked.”
Destiny brightened, warming to the subject. “It’ll look like someone’s snatched her, only she won’t be in danger.”
“Well, that sucks, right there,” Jon said.
“Jesus…”
“Don’t look at me like that. I’m playing devil’s advocate. What if they call the cops or the FBI? I sure as shit would. You’ll have the law swarming all over you.”
“Not if we set it up right.”
“Which would be what?” he asked.
“We’re brainstorming. I’m not saying we’ve got all the answers,” she said.
“You don’t have any answers.”
Walker cut in. “Where you going to keep her?”
Destiny considered the issue and then shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe a motel.”
“Who’s going to babysit the kid while the two of you walk around pretending to be i