them knows. Even Hudgieâs attention is drawn.
âRules the same?â
âWhatâs gettinâ under your saddle, Elvis?â
âNobody talks outside of here. Shit thatâs said here, stays here?â
Nak nods, his eyes meeting Elvisâs. âYes.â He turns his attention to the group as a whole. âIâll say it agin,â he says. âNothinâ much gets me riled, I think you all know that. But if I hear any of you talkinâ about whathappens here to anyone who ainât here, youâre gonna have a load oâ me to deal with. Everbody okay with that?â
Thatâs how he commands all that power, Bo thinks. He lays back until somethingâs really important, then he comes on full blast.
Nakâs request is met with quiet unanimity.
His gaze drifts back to Elvis. âThatâs good enough?â
âI guess,â Elvis says. âHas to be. âCept I donât trust Brewster.â
Boâs face instantly flushes.
âAnd why is that?â Nak asks.
âHe ainât one of us. Look at him. Look at his clothes. Hell, look at his face. He ainât one of us.â
Shellyâs head snaps up, her look combative. âYou havenât talked since you came here, Elvis. You donât get to decide whoâs one of us and who isnât.â
âMaybe I do and maybe I donât,â Elvis says calmly, âbut no matter who decides, you are and Brewster ainât. Them fancy jock clothes donât fool me, sweetheart, you been through some shit. You ainât makinâ all them muscles for looks.â
âKeep talking, and Iâll try them out on you,â Shelly says.
Nak interrupts. âWhoa, whoa. You can head over tothe OK Corral when weâre done here. Meantime, letâs get on with it. You ainât talkinâ outsidea here, are you, Bo?â
âNo.â
âThatâs good enough for me. Go ahead, Elvis. Tell us about the bullet.â
Elvisâs eyes narrow at Bo. âIâm warninâ you, Brewster.â
âHeâs good, Elvis. Tell us about the bullet.â
âIt was the one my old lady killed herself with. She was Dadâs first wife. Heâs been through three more.â
Dead silence.
âI didnât know your mother committed suicide, Elvis,â Nak says after a moment. âIâm sorry to hear it.â
Elvis shakes his head quickly. âNo matter. Happened a long time ago, before we moved here. Four years.â
Gazes fall to the floor as Elvis glances yet again around the room, with the exception of Hudgieâs, which is wide-eyed frozen on Elvisâs face. Elvis catches it, is seemingly unnerved, suddenly hesitant.
Nak reads his mind. âWeâre all in it now, Elvis. Go on ahead. Tell us about your mother. Tell us about the bullet.â
âCame in a box,â Elvis says finally. âAll wrapped up nice in paper anâ ribbons. There was a card. We was at the dinner table, me anâ my little brother and sisteranâ my old man. He opened the box âcause it didnât say who it was from; couldnâta known what was in it. There was all this tissue paper anâ cotton, anâ right in the middle was this bullet, been spent. So Dad says, âWhat the hell?â anâ opens the card. His eyes like to pop out of his head while heâs readinâ it, then he looks over my head anâ out the windowâlooks scared like I ainât never seen himâanâ he reads it again. Then he jumps up anâ runs to his room. Knocks a pan off the stove anâ kicks over a lamp on his way. Gets on his coat anâ heâs gone.â
Shuja says, âSo how long he gone for? Mussa been one dyn-o-mite epistle.â
âNever come back,â Elvis says, and takes a deep breath. âMy goddamn little sister anâ brother start bawlinâ, anâ I tell âem to shut the hell up
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