Hank in the arm.
âAt least five.â
Another punch.
âHank!â
âSo oneâs pretty good,â he says. âBaby Sis, youâre ahead of the game as far as Iâm concerned.â
Hank holds his beer toward his sister and they let them clink. No one says anything corny like cheers. They let the bottles do the talking.
âIâve already been to jail four times,â he says, âso youâre doing better than me.â
Maybe heâs right. Maybe itâs the best that can be expected of them. In the grand scheme, maybe theyâre not doing so badly.
That lone gust of bravado dissipates quickly, though. Perhaps her brother can be unaffected by all of this, yet Sara doesnât know if sheâs up to the challenge. She wants to be a badass. She wants to be unflappable, poised for whatever comes her way. Problem is itâs coming back, these symptoms, the buzzing hands and heart and breathing. Quickly, sheâs back to being a wretched twin.
âI donât know how to face everyone in town,â she says.
âDonât worry about those bozos.â
âI mean it, Hank.â
âSo do I.â
âThey all think Iâm a whore.â
âYouâre a whore; Iâm a caveman. Fuck âem.â
âItâs that easy?â
âFuck âem, Baby Sis.â
âI want to be a kid again.â
âMe, too.â
âI want to move.â
âEverybody has sex, Sara. I know it feels like the end of the world today, but it will get easier living with it.â
âWhat if I donât want to live with it?â
âPeople live with worse,â he says. He finishes his beer and goesfor more. âHey, what do you want me to do to Nat when I kick his ass?â
âI donât want that.â
âAny requests or shall I improvise?â
âDonât hurt him.â
âNot even a little bit? A black eye?â says Hank, coming back with two more cold ones.
âThat would make me feel bad for him and I donât want to pity that asshole.â
âWhat about a liver punch? Hurts like hell and no visual evidence.â
Bernard barks and Hank scratches his head.
âEven the dog thinks Nat needs an ass kicking,â says Hank.
âPlease leave him alone.â
âLet me know if you change your mind.â
Sara doesnât change her mind as they sit in the kitchen drinking beers, but she would like to hear how her brother would defend her. Sheâd like to listen while someone outlines exactly how heâd protect her. It doesnât matter that their house is made of cinderblocks. It doesnât matter all the broken down things scattered about, a linoleum floor lined with potholes.
âWill you tell me about it?â she says.
Hank smiles. âYou want details?â
Yes, she wants to hear about every punch, every kick. She has to hear every single way he will defend her. She has to know.
A MOMENT PASSES and then Hank says, âCome with me,â getting up and opening the back door.
âI donât want to move.â
âYou said you wanted to be a kid again. Come on.â
Hank waves for her to follow, and he walks through the back door.Sara sighs, knows that itâs easier to do it by herself so he doesnât come back and carry her over his shoulder.
By the time sheâs in the backyard, Hank is already standing in the pool. She can only see him from the chest up. She peeks around the whole dusty rectangle of yard. Itâs all dirt and weeds and fire ants. Flat as a grave.
âYou used to love swimming,â he says and pretends to do the breaststroke, walking in a circle. âThe water is perfect, Baby Sis.â
Sara canât get in the pool fast enough, tearing toward it and leaping in. There are a couple inches or so of dust and sand at the bottom. The walls are cracked and puckered. But right now Sara doesnât see any of that.
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