disgusted expression, he handed over one, then another, his lip curling as he watched Rick tape his flesh back together.
âI canât believe you did that yourself,â he said as Rick finished. âIâd pass out. Shit. You forgot the iodine. Weâd betterââ
âNo. I donât need it. I bled out all the impurities.â
âWhat? Have you got a death wish? If it gets infectedââ
âI donât get infections,â Rick said lightly. âI have the constitution of an entire bottle of antibiotics.â
âPiper, you are acting extremely weird. What are you, afraid of doctors?â
Quitâcher fuckinâ cryinâ boy, and take your whippinâ like a man! a new voice screamed in his ear. Dear God, how could he have forgotten about Uncle Howard? His head spun as he wondered what else heâd forgotten.
âPiper, you need stitches, so quit your macho man act!â Dakota stood up. âCome on. Iâll get Cody and weâll run down to the emergency roomââ
âLay off, already!â Rick barked. âI cut my fucking finger, big fucking deal. Iâll live.â
His harsh words made Dakota flinch as if heâd been slapped. Instantly Rick felt terrible.
âSorry,â Rick muttered. âI didnât meanââ
âMellow out, Rick,â Dakota interrupted. âIâve never even heard you say âfuckâ before, and now you say it twice in one breath. Just a wild guess, hon, but Iâd say somethingâs wrong.â
Get out of my face! he wanted to scream. Instead, he spoke casually. âNothingâs wrong. It was just a stupid accident.â God, it hurt so bad, he could hardly stop clenching his teeth to talk. The only thing worse than the pain was the humiliation.
âIf I cut myself like that, Iâd be squalling so bad, my face would be puffy for a week, and Iâd be getting stitches and pain pills. Look at you, pretending it doesnât even hurt.â
Rick said nothing. It took every ounce of control not to scream at Dakota to shut the hell up or to humiliate himself by admitting it hurt.
Crybaby, titty mouse, Ricky got a whipping! Iâm gonna tell Uncle Howard, and then youâll get another! Crybaby, titty mouse.
âRick!â
âWhat?â
âHere! Take these!â
Dakota stood in front of him holding aspirin tablets and a glass of water. Rick hadnât even realized heâd moved.
âThanks.â
âYouâre welcome.â Dakota went back across the room and took a bottle of wine and two glasses from a shelf. âMerlot, Cypress. A ninety-nine. I hid it from Lil. She wouldnât appreciate it.â He uncorked the bottle and poured, handed a glass to Rick.
âThanks again.â
âWelcome again. So whatâs eating you? When you cut yourself we were talking about Santo Verde. You said you have bad memories. They must be doozies.â
If you tell, theyâll take you away, away, the little men in their white coats will come and take you away, away, away.
Old memories, presumed dead, old voices, his voice, came alive in his head. âNo, not especially, but I hadnât thought about all those stories my grandfather used to tell in years.â Rick sipped the wine, then downed half the glass at once. âGoing back to Santo Verde is sort of like going to the dentist to get a bad tooth pulled. You donât want to do it, so you put it off, hoping itâll get better. Maybe it seems like it does, sometimes, but it only gets worse and worse until you take care of it, once and for all. Refill, please?â
âYouâre intriguing the hell out of me, you mysterious man.â Dakota refilled Rickâs glass, then topped off his own. He sniffed the wine. âIt has a good kick, not to mention the nice bouquet. And the afterbirth is purely delightful.â Suddenly he nailed Rick with a look.
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