She snorts. "Yeah, I'll tape my boobs down and wear my Burger King Crown. That'll fool'em. They see five-foot-seven-inch-tall, hippy eleven-year-olds all the time." She sneers at me. "You on the other hand...""Did you just call me short?""And, apparently, boobless.""Sawyer doesn't think so.

Please", I scoff. "Dot-com jokes are so two visions ago. Stay on your toes, Angotti, or you're off the team.

When we come in, Trey is sitting up in the bed, him arm is a sling and a shadow of stubble on his face. "It's about time," he says. He's got the look of a stoner on his face, and I he's got a morphine drip going. Guess mom and Dad don't think HE'LL get addicted. Eye roll.

She finds Snickers bars in the strangest places.(She knows it's from him.)(She wonders if they're laced with pot.)

10:31pmJanie drives home slowly, windows rolled down, hand ready on the parking brake. She takes Waverly. Past Cabel's house.Nothing.She falls into bed when she gets home.There are no notes, no phone calls, no visits. Not that she was hoping for anything of course. That bastard.