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“Yeah, you guys go upfront. Send Officer Willis this way. We’re gonna need some lights and, um, body bags,” my dad trailed off. I gave him a look, covering Noah’s ears, and he nodded solemnly. “Bubba, can you see if they can get a tractor over here….” My dad trailed off as the two of them moved more toward the crime scene.
“Peach, I’m so mad at you for going off on your own, but I’ll let it slide this time because only you could evade kidnapping by some freak chain of events.”
“Love you too, Tatzilla.”
“Eww,” Noah commented, reminding us we weren’t alone. “Can we get candy now?”
Laughing, I relaxed, knowing it was finally all over. “Of course, bud. You can have all the candy you want tonight. Make yourself sick.”
“Yes! You’re the best sister ever, Lennox.” He hugged me and I melted, trying not to think about the fact I could’ve lost him again. He tugged on my sleeve, motioning for me to bend down. “I’m glad the scary guy is gone. I like the new one better anyway. Since you have three boyfriends, does that mean I get three presents on my birthday from them?”
Snorting, I ruffled his hair. “Absolutely, it does.” He smiled, running ahead now that we were back in the central area. Simon nodded, indicating he’d go after him, wanting to keep him in sight even if the danger was gone. Standing back, sandwiched between the twins, I watched my brother show no signs of fear as he went table to table, grabbing candy.
“It doesn’t seem real.”
“I imagine it will take time for it to,” Zane offered. “It’s not every day people are crushed by bales of hay.”
“Actually,” I started, “an average of 18 people die each year from them. They can weigh up to 1200 pounds and when they fall, get up to dangerous speeds.”
“Peach, I don’t even want to know why you know this.”
“I did a presentation on it for my 11th-grade physics class after seeing it on the news. Mr. Jefferies told me it was the most pointless use of physics he’d ever heard. Well, take that, Mr. Jefferies. Physics just saved my life. Bet he can’t say that.”
The twins looked at one another over my head before breaking out in hoots of laughter. We walked off, following Simon and Noah, hand in hand, and I knew things could only go up from here.
“Did you hear that they almost made those circular bales illegal?” I asked once their laughter had died down.
“No, Peach. Can’t say I’m up on my hay knowledge like you.”
“Yeah, well, they were afraid the cows weren’t getting three square meals a day.”
“Seriously?” he snorted, shaking his head.
“Oh, what about this one? Why shouldn’t you order your hay off Amazon?”
Slade stubbornly refused to play along, but Zane succumbed to me, stupid jokes a thing of our past. “Why’s that?”
“A few days later, they ask for their feed back.”
“You’re killing me, Peach.”
“Not as much as that hay did to Psycho Thane. You could even say it crushed it.”
Slade couldn’t hold it in any longer, and we all three laughed hysterically at my lame attempts to make the situation okay.
“Oh, I know…”
When life gave you stalkers, it was best to laugh about it. At least I didn’t hit my head this time. It would’ve sucked to wake up to everything and have it all be a dream. Life might be gritty, but it was mine and I wanted to live it out in the open.
Love Letter
SIMON
Dear Lenn,
Since Slade is writing you love letters, I figured I better up my game and do one as well. In some ways, our relationship is different now, I mean of course it is, we see each other’s private parts and routinely put them in our mouths. That’s a level our friendship hadn’t been before. I mean, we were at ‘I would pee on you if you were stung by a jellyfish’ level, so it’s not a huge leap to wanting to lick each other all over.
And now I’m hard and have digressed from my intentions of this.
