relax," Teal said.
It was difficult to let ourselves relax. I could see
everyone had nerves as taut as tight guitar strings. The
breeze, playing through us, sounded the same highpitched note. Gia lay with her eyes closed. Teal stared
at the horizon, dreaming of floating out there, I'm
sure. Robin had her head down, and Mindy played
with blades of grass like a little girl, forming shapes.
No one spoke. A door slammed and we all looked
toward the house. The three buddies laughed at
something, then got into the van and started away. "Where are they going?" I asked.
"Wherever it is." Teal said with some
excitement seeping into her voice. "it's close enough
for them to get there and back quickly enough. I knew
there was someplace. I knew I wasn't imagining those
lights."
"Forget it." Gia said.
"Why?" Teal asked.
"It's nothing. It's an Indian trading post off the
reservation. They can get magazines, candy,
cigarettes, but not much else. There's nothing to do
there and it's miles and miles this side of nowhere.
This is the Mojave Desert,"
"They have more than cigarettes," Mindy said,
her lips misting.
"How do you know?" I asked.
She didn't reply.
"Gia?"
"We know. We heard them talking about it." I stared at her and she looked away, "How did
you hear them talking about it. Gia? Was that
something you heard when you were in the