canât just let him do that to us!â Brent snapped.
âWe wonât,â Ashley said. âWe wonât let him get away with anything. We just need to let it go for now.â
Brent stopped straining against us and I could feel him relax. Ashley let go of his arm and I did the same.
âYou know when he said to remember him?â Brent asked, his voice barely a whisper.
Both Ashley and I nodded. I didnât think Iâd ever forget him.
âIâll remember him,â Brent said. âAnd maybe not today, or tomorrow, but sooner or later itâll happen.â
âThatâs right,â Ashley said. âNow letâs just go and get cleaned up and find someplace to stay tonight.â
âShouldnât we go to the hospital?â I asked. âWhy?â Brent asked.
âYour nose, and Ashleyâs ribs . . . you two are hurt!â I exclaimed.
âI just need to lie down,â Ashley said.
âMe too. Let me get cleaned up first and then just lie down . . . I feel a little bit dizzy.â Brent staggered a bit and Ashley and I both grabbed him again to steady him on his feet.
âI know a place where we can crash for the night,â Brent said. âItâs not far from here. Weâll just cut down the alley andââ
âYou want us to go down the alley?â I said.
âItâs shorter that way.â
âBut they went down the alley.â
âTheyâre long gone,â Brent pointed out. âProbably using our money to buy some chemicals.â
âI just donât think we should go that way,â I protested.
âItâll be okay,â Brent said. âCome on.â
He started walking, with Ashley still supporting him. I hesitated for a few seconds and then started after them. I didnât want to go, but I couldnât stay there by myself. Cautiously we moved. I strained to look up ahead, trying to see behind every dumpster and trash can, and into the depressions of the doors and the shadows cast by the buildings. I couldnât see anybody, but then again I didnât see those kids either.
We reached the end of the alley and Brent directed us through a hole in a fence where three boards were missing. He went through first, followed by Ashley and then me. We were standing in a parking lot. The pavement was all buckled and there were weeds growing in the cracks. There was a shed sitting behind a building and trash bags and furniture all around it. As we closed in I realized it was a clothing drop box and there was a big sign on the building: âSalvation Army.â We stopped beside the drop box.
âHere we are,â Brent said. âThis is where weâre going to sleep tonight.â
âWeâre going to sleep in the Salvation Army shelter?â I asked. Weâd never done that before. Shelters asked for ID and I didnât have any andâ
âNot in the Salvation Army shelter,â he said. âIn the shelter of the Salvation Army clothing drop box.â
âWeâre going to what?â
âWeâre going to sleep in the box.â He pointed at the gigantic wood-and-metal box where people dropped off clothes and things for the Salvation Army to sell.
He reached over and pulled open the big drawer-like slot. It was a large openingâbig enough to take a green garbage bag filled with clothes. Iâd gone with my mother before to put some of our old clothes in a box just like this one where we live . . . where they live.
âGive me a boost,â Ashley said.
Brent bent down and cupped his hands together, and Ashley put her foot into his hands, using them as a step. She climbed up into the slot and disappeared from sight. Her head reappeared a couple of seconds later.
âThereâs enough space for all of us,â she said.
âIs there anything for us to sleep on in there?â Brent asked.
âLots of bags filled with clothes.
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