The cops showed up and Amos dragged me and Rachel into the shadows. I was a baby and retarded and didn’t understand.
It was the first time I ever heard Dom yell, and man did he give it to them. That stupid night he introduced me to so many curse words I couldn’t remember most. You could see him and Molly from where we hid, kinda dangling in the air. (I cannotsay the word “dangle” without laughing.)
When the cops started yelling back, Amos and Rachel ran away fast. Like we couldn’ta done something. (We coulda done something.) I wished Rachel was on the wall with Dom and Molly was running with me and Amos where she belonged. It seems bad now, but… Rachel isn’t my sister.
I rode on Amos’ back cuz my stupid legs were short. He was crying. Let me repeat: Amos. Was. Crying. I only had a few seconds to wonder what the hell was wrong with him.