legal?â
She sighed. âDonât ask a question you donât want the answer to.â
So I didnât ask anymore questions about it. Iâm no fool. I knew Tilde was using meâand I knew it probably wouldnât land us anywhere good. But for some reason, I was okay with that. Somehow I trusted that whatever she was up to, it was in a big-picture kind of way, worthy of my limited attention.
Did she really feel safe with me, or did she just say that to get me to go along? In the end, it didnât really matter, because whatever she baited her hook with, I had already chomped down and wasnât getting free anytime soon.
CHAPTER 7
A COUPLE OF MORONS AND LEXIEâS PARENTS, WHO ARE ALSO A COUPLE OF MORONS
AFTER OUR VIKING ADVENTURE, I WALKED AROUND the shipâs promenade deck alone before going back to the cabin. It was hard to shake the weird feeling I had while lying beneath the stars with Tilde. It was like I was living two lives now. I was two people, Antsy the kid I always was and then this new guy, Enzo, who was breaking laws left and right and enjoying it. Not that the real Antsy doesnât mind bending the rules now and then, but this other guy, he was out of control.
Thereâs this thing they call âfolly-o-duhââalthough since itâs French, itâs probably spelled with lots of silent e âs and x âs. Roughly translated, it means âa couple of morons.â Itâs when two people get together, both feeding off the same bad idea, and since they keep agreeing with each other that itâs not a bad idea at all, it spins out of control, and they lose all touch with reality. Itâs the principle that explains pairs like Bonnie and Clyde or Penn and Teller.
I was beginning to wonder if I was spinning into a folly-o-duh with Tildeâbut if I was, I was enjoying it too much to stop.
Twice around the promenade and I felt more like me and less like Enzo. When I went into the cabin, Howie was there, sitting on his bed, looking dejected. Now I began to wonder what I missed in the real world.
âHow come youâre here?â I asked him. âWerenât you taking Lexie to the seventies dance?â
He shrugged. âShe didnât wanna go. She said sheâs seasick, but the shipâs barely moving.â Then he sighed. âItâs okay. Had we danced, we might have died.â
I went through the connecting door into Lexie and Crawleyâs suite. Crawley was there watching the crawl of some financial news network. He pointed to the balcony, and now I could hear Lexie crying through the open balcony door. Moxie was lying on the ground trying to disappear into the carpet, whimpering like he did during thunderstorms.
âYour conspicuous absence in this entire situation has been duly noted,â Crawley said.
âWhat happened?â
âIf she wants to discuss it, she will. But for now, I suggest you get out there and make her happy. If you donât, Iâll have your citizenship revoked and leave you in Jamaica or whatever godforsaken island weâre on tomorrow.â
âNot even you can do that, Mr. Crawley.â
âPerhaps not, but Iâll have fun trying.â
I went outside. Lexie sat on the large balcony, her shoulders shuddering with her sobs. Iâd seen her cry before, but never like this. Her flute was in her lap, and she gripped it with white-knuckled intensity.
âLexie . . .â I said gently.
âGo away!â she yelled, caught off guard that I was there. Then she said more gently, âJust go away.â
Of course I didnât go. Now I really felt like a creep for not taking her to the dance. âHey,â I said. âIâm really sorry I hurt your feelings.â
âDonât be stupid,â she said through her tears. âThis isnât because of you.â Then she wiped away some of her tears. âAt least, itâs only
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