paintings, treating the place like it was a museum. There was a girl sitting at a desk (tied-back black hair, sleeveless dress) who kept shooting glances at me, as if to say that it wasnât a place for museumgoers like me. I found a flyer for a concert the weekend after next, this band Iâd never heard of. All the flyers were made from linoleum woodcuts, a full round moon and the silhouettes of a werewolf and a country preacher. They looked unbelievably cool.
I started to rethink Devinâs invitation to watch movies with a bunch of friends Friday night, which Iâd just turned down. I started to wonder if the girl of my dreams wasnât just as likely to be hiding underneath a set of perfectly globular, slightly protrusive breasts, inflated slightly by a mercilessly tight baby-tee, still olive from a lingering August tan, lurking backstage at a concert of a band called Prowler.
But first I had to get through the week.
Monday night was spent at home with my parents, the farthest scene from a Prowler concert that I can imagine. I picked at my dinner, not in the mood for it. Not in the mood for any of this.
âThe warehouse it was a crazy-people place today,â said my father. âTwo new factory want to order from us, and we are already behind on three factory order. If we say yes, we lose the order we already have. If no, then we may not to get another chance.â
âYeah, Dad,â I said, rolling my peas through the spears of a fork. âItâs a conundrum.â
I used the word even though I was well aware that he probably didnât know what it meant. I didnât know why he was talking about this, not with me at the table. I mean, my mom alreadyknew all the details, and he had to know that I didnât care. And it was true; I really didnât. What was it going to affect me whether we moved to somewhere that was even colder and trashier than this? If there was anywhere in the entire city worse than this place, it was hard to imagine.
âAnd the owner he say, if too much business, they may need more space.â
âBig deal,â I said. âSo, they buy another warehouse down here or something. Maybe theyâll have another family move in and be the foremen of that place. Maybe theyâll have a hot daughter or something, and thereâll finally be someone for me to hang out with.â
Wow. I couldnât believe Iâd said that. The words hot daughter âeven if my parents, with their limited English proficiency, interpreted it literallyâwere dangerous words, a veritable invitation to inquire into the workings of my social life. It would be just about the worst conversation topic everâ¦except maybe for the subject that we were currently talking about. It was moments like these that turned me into a believer, that had me reaching out with my mind and trying to conjure God. Please, change the conversation topic. Please, change the conversation topicâ¦
My mother glared sideways at me for a second, but then she put up her hand to keep me quiet. Her gaze was locked on my father.
âVaclav, what are you talking about?â she said. âWhat do you mean?â
He bowed his head, staring the coleslaw on his plate head-on.
âI am thinking they will ask us to move,â he said.
The next morning, I walked down the dirty, aluminum-can-lined block as usual, and waited at the graffiti-encrusted bus shelter. My parents paid next to nothing to the company for renting the warehouse, but they also earned next to nothing. It was a trade-off. They would never have a chance to earn enough to get themselves off their feet, but they would never need to, either.
The bus came. I dropped my token into the slot and probed my wallet, counting the amount of tokens I had left. Four. Two days before I would have to ask my parents for money to buy another pack. Even at the reduced rate, it was still eleven bucks a week they were paying. For me to
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