another cartoon show?â
âOkay.â The boy reached up and took a piece of fruit, then disappeared back into the living room.
Dakota turned back to Rick. âSo this house you own is the same one that you grew up in?â
âThe very same.â
âSo how come youâve never mentioned it before?â
âThere are some bad memories . . .â
The greenjacksâll getcha if you donât watch out.
âHow do you mean, âbadâ?â
âOh, you know, goofy stuff mostly. Kid stuff.â Boy, does that sound stupid! His hand trembled as he sliced a potato.
âGoofy? Kid stuffâ?â Dakota stopped peeling to stare at him. âCome on, Rick. You think I canât see that this âgoofy kid stuffâ is eating you up? Itâs why youâve never gone back, isnât it?â
Rick said nothing.
âNo more bullshit, Piper, dear. Whatâs the real story?â
âThereâs nothing else, Dakota, really. The place is a little run-down,â he added quickly. âAt least thatâs what my lawyer says, but itâs solid. Itâs in the best part of town, and the schools are excellent, but . . .â
Ricky, icky Ricky, Ricky, icky Ricky.
âIf itâs so great, then what the hell are you raising kids in this hellhole for? Gambling, drinking, drugs, hookers . . . Mormons, for Christâs sake . . .â
Icky Ricky, Iâm gonna getcha, Icky Ricky.
âRick! Watch out!â
Startled, Rick jumped, dropping the knife. It clattered into the sink.
âJesus Christ, Piper! Let me see that.â
Rick recoiled as Dakotaâs water-cold hand grabbed his left wrist.
The potatoes heâd sliced into the colander were turning red. He watched bright blood splash into the white sink as Dakota pulled Rickâs arm toward him.
âYouâre bleeding like a sieve.â OâKeefe pulled a wad of paper towels from the holder and wrapped them around Rickâs fingers. âJesus, I canât even see which finger you cut. Piper, youâre as white as a babyâs butt. Are you okay?â
âNot one of my smoother moves,â Rick said as he took charge of his hand, pressing on the towels to stop the bleeding. It was starting to hurt.
âAre you okay?â Dakota repeated.
âFine. Got any Band-Aids?â
âJust a sec. Let me rinse the blood off these potatoes before it soaks in or something. What Cody doesnât know wonât hurt him. Keep hanging on to those towels.â
Rick almost smiled. Dakota was nothing if not practical. He loosened the pressure, but the artery was still pumping. He tightened up again, feeling a little dizzy.
âYouâre shocky. Sit down,â Dakota ordered as he left the room. A moment later, he was back with a box of adhesive bandages and a bottle of iodine.
Carefully Rick unwrapped the hand, and everything south of his abdomen tried to climb to visceral safety as the pad of his middle finger, nearly severed, started to come away with the towels. Gingerly he loosened it and let it fall back over the wound.
âYou need stitches,â Dakota said.
âNo, I donât,â Rick answered.
âIf that finger was your throat, youâd be dead.â
Rick snorted. âDonât be so dramatic, OâKeefe. Itâs not my throat.â
âWell, itâs gaping. What are you planning to do? Staple it shut?â
âThatâs a thought,â he said, trying to ignore the throbbing. âBut letâs try a Band-Aid first.â
âYou need stitches. The fucking thing is positively grinning at me.â
âItâs cut on the bias,â Rick said, keeping his voice light. âAll I need to do is tape it down. Itâll glue naturally.â It was everything he could do to control his trembling. âThe Band-Aid, please?â
âSuit yourself.â Dakota shrugged and unwrapped several bandages. Wearing a
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