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Lizzie’s warm hand clasped mine tighter. “You got Mr. Magic there to help, so don’t worry.”
“I smell cookies. Oh man, are we by Mrs. Smith’s? Their cookies are awes. We need some.”
“They rank up there with ham and pineapple pizza?”
“No. There’s a dessert category and a pizza category. Can’t mix them.” I rolled my eyes. “Duh.”
“So much to teach me Obi-Wan.” She laughed and steered me to the left. “I can’t believe you’re hungry after eating four tacos.”
“I’m still making up for being in a coma.” And I wouldn’t mind putting on some more weight. I felt scrawny and wasted after lying in that damn bed for so long.
“Yo, D-man.”
Oh shit.That sounded like Rain. I felt Lizzie tense beside me then tug me off our path.
“LizBelle, is it a black dude, shaved head, and a tat like mine?” I held up my left wrist.
“Your gang tattoo?”
“Yeah.”
“Yes to everything but that. Can’t see his wrist.”
“Shit.” It probably was Rain. “Follow my lead.”
Heavy footfalls approached, but I thought I detected a few more, too. Probably people milling around the mall, but still, needed to stay alert.
“Yo. I heard you were out, man.”
I offered my hand, and Rain clasped his to mine, then gave me a slap on the back. “What’s up, Rain?”
“Holy shit fuck, youareblind.” He squeezed my hand. “It’s like you’re looking right through me.”
“Thanks, fuckinator.” I pushed him back. “Get off me.”
“Heard you got an ass whooping that landed you in coma city for a while.”
“You could say that. What’s up?”
“You not going to introduce me to your girl? I mean, you’re making her do all the heavy lifting. Here honey, let me help you with those.”
“Back off, man.” I heard paper bags crinkling.
“Just taking care of your lady, you big jerk. Making her carry her bags.”
I whipped Mr. Magic out and up a little.
“Hey, watch it man.”
“Oh. Sorry.”Not.
Lizzie whispered, and if I heard right, she was counting.Double shit.“Look, man. We were heading out, nice seeing you again, but—”
“Wait. Dude. Haven’t seen you in a while. What’s going on? Where you crashing?”
“Nowhere special.”
“What are you doing? Coming back to—”
