âHow long are we going to talk about sperm?â
I answered, âI donât know. Talking about sperm is something that people just donât do enough of. It does make me feel a little weird, though.â
Robby took off the mask. His face was pink and damp with sweat.
We looked at each other. Robby smiled and nodded. I knew everything between us was okay. He stuck his hand out, and I took it.
It was a real Lutheran-minister-kind-of-awkward-and-sweaty Iowa handshake.
âWhat is this shit?â I said, âWe are shaking hands. We never shake hands.â
Robby said, âI know. Well, I just, um, wanted to tell you . . .â
âYou donât need to say anything, Rob.â
I patted his shoulder.
âI guess not,â Robby said. I took out one of the packs of cigarettes Ollie Jungfrau sold me, and Robby added, âI think it is always appropriate to end a conversation about sperm with a sweaty handshake.â
âYeah,â I said.
We sat down on our skateboards right next to each other and smoked.
Every Saturday, Robby asked me how many donuts Ollie Jungfrau ate. I could not be certain, but that day I think I counted nine. Robby asked me to swear I would take pictures with my cell phone if Ollie Jungfrau ever exploded.
Then I told Robby about going back inside Johnny McKeonâs office, and how scared I was because I believed I saw the two-headed boy inside the jar twitch his fingers at me when I talked to him.
Robby shook his head dismissively. âLast night, after all the shit that happened, we are both probably traumatized. You were seeing things.â
âI donât think Iâm traumatized, Robby,â I said.
âI think the inside of this lemur mask made my face stink,â Robby said. He blew out a big gaseous cloud of smoke.
âYouâre still wearing the T-shirt I loaned you,â I said.
âIâll give it back after I wash it.â
âOh. Sure thing, Rob.â I asked, âHowâs the flamingo?â
âFine. Just fine.â Robby rocked sideways on his board. âOn Monday night, my momâs working a double shift. You should come over and get drunk with me.â
âMaybe we should do that,â I said. âI was thinking. Have you ever popped one of your momâs little blue relaxers?â
âZannies?â Robby asked.
âYeah. Ever taken one?â I said, âI was just wondering. They look like little boats, donât they? Kayaks. I just figured they make you all calm and shit. Sailing away. Like you donât have any problems and everything is figured out.â
Robby said, âI never tried one. Anyway, you donât have any problems, or anything to figure out, either.â
âSure. Sure I donât,â I said.
âLike what?â Robby asked.
âOkay,â I said.
Okay , at times,can effectively serve as the closing curtain to difficult teenage conversations.
Then I said, âI will come over on Monday and get drunk with you.â
âIâll let you wear the lemur mask.â
âI donât want my face to stink.â
âYeah. Probably not.â
By the time weâd gotten on to our second cigarette, I worked up the nerve to tell Robby about the date I made with Shann. Feeling awkward and guilty about it was stupid, too, but it was just another element of my confusion about things. Robby didnât seem to mind. I was more confused. I thought heâd feel left out, like we were ditching him.
He offered to drive me to Shannâs house so I wouldnât have to skate all the way out there. Robby said it would give me B.O., and I probably did not want to have B.O. on a date with Shann.
âYouâre right,â I said. âI donât want to have B.O.â
Robby said, âIf you have B.O., you might as well have messed-up sperm, too.â
âIâll shake to that,â I said.
Robby picked up the
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