nods.
âIt was just some stuff at home,â she says. âMy dad . . . I got all worried about my scholarship and was thinking about taking a year at the university here. It got ugly and I took off. I donât know what my dad was doing reporting me missing like that.â She puts her head down. âIâm so embarrassed.â
Only the two or three students sitting adjacent to Hannah hear her singsongy whisper, âBuuullll-shit.â
âThatâs it?â Justin says. Mary nods. âThatâs it. I was being stupid.â
Logs watches. He starts to ask about her torn-up room, but lets it go. âIt would be insincere not to acknowledge that we were talking about you,â he says. âOr at least that we were talking about our responses to your disappearance.â
Mary smiles. âIt would be insincere to say I didnât know that.â
âAny problem for you if we continue with our discussion?â
âNo.â
âThen, where were we?â Logs says.
Bobby Wright raises his hand. âTaylor was talking about bad guys.â
Justinâs head snaps up. âBobby, my man ,â he says. âThatâs what I mean. Front and center .â
âThereâs not much more to say,â Taylor says, shifting in her seat. âI went home sick yesterday after this class. I hate even talking about that crap.â
âYou want to stop?â Logs asks.
Taylor looks at her desk. âIâm okay.â
âWhat about your mom?â Hannah asks softly. âGuys like that have to have a way in .â
âThatâs my mom,â Taylor says. âA way in.â
âNo offense,â Hannah says, âbut file that under âWhy Some Women Need Two Assholes.ââ
Paulie says, âSweet, Hannah.â
Hannah stares ahead as if she didnât hear.
âWho cares?â Taylor says. âThe day Iâm eighteen Iâm out of there, even if I have to live in a cardboard box.â
âIf it comes to that, give me a call,â Hannah says.
Justin says, âYou got a cardboard box?â
Hannah doubles her fist and Justin raises his hands in surrender.
âWhy is everything a joke to you, Justin?â
âBecause everything is a joke,â Justin says. âSometimes itâs a serious joke, but itâs a joke just the same.â
âThatâs just stupid.â
âSome jokes are,â Justin says, and turns sideways in his chair to face Hannah. âWeâre sittinâ in this nice safe room trying to figure out why Taylorâs momma picks shitheads for boyfriends, or why Mary disappears and wonât tell us why really , or whether guys are assholes for having brains in our di . . . not in our heads. Everybody acts like they donât know what bull it is when Arney goes Oprah on us at the same time heâs messinâ with Bobby, so we go ahead and pretend like we believe heâs gonna lead us to having each otherâs backs.â He looks at Arney and rolls his eyes.
âLook, I apologized,â Arney says. âAnd I donât need you to believe me in order to do whatâs right.â
âGood,â Justin says back, âbecause I donât. We been buds a long time, Arney, but that doesnât mean I buy your stuff.â He turns back to Hannah. âSo thatâs why everythingâs a joke to me, Hannah Murphy.â
A muffled sob comes from the back of the room and all eyes fall on Kylie Clinton, face against a desktop, body shaking. A hush falls over P-8 and Logs raises a hand. âThis might be a good day to cut it short,â he says. âWhy donât we call it quits and you can all take a little break and be on time to your next class for the first time this year.â
Mary gets up slowly, eyes locked on Kylie.
Arney touches Maryâs elbow, nods toward the exit, pushes her gently in that direction.
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