hot on.â
âThat was different.â
âAre you gay? Is that it?â
âNO!â
âLook, you can just tell me.â
âJosh, shut up. I just donât think Iâm a motorcycles-and-guns type of person.â
âOh, no shit? But that doesnât mean you canât at least know how to do it, know what itâs like. That way, you see some dude on a bike, you can say, I know how to do that. Or you hear some jackass going on about guns, and you can think, big effin deal, Iâve done that. Heâs got nothing on me.â
âDo you know how pissed Dad would be?â
âThatâs exactly the point. Youâd never get to do this with Dad, never, never, never, never. Christ, I wanted to give you a chance to do something like this, and thought it was something special that we could do together. Because once Iâm gone youâre not gonna get another chance.â
So we ended up in a field that had plywood targets set up against a hillside. I had to get a lecture from creepy Darrell on how to shoot and the importance of the Second Amendment, and then they all had a great time, an orgy of
weeYOOOO
ing and cheering and
BANG BANG BANG POP POP POP BLAM!
as they worked their way through a lovely sampler plate of shotguns and pistols and assault rifles. Darrell shoved guns in my hands and I took my turns, flinching with each shot and weirded out and miserable, and, yes, sulky and pouty and uncooperative so that Josh would know just how miserable I was. Pretty soon he was shaking his head and making snide comments, and they were all snickering, and finally they all gave up on me and my half-assed shooting and I faded into the background, eventually just taking a seat on the ground a dozen yards behind them, wanting to go farther away but not wanting to draw more attention to myself.
You wouldnât like guns so much, I had muttered to Josh earlierâââIf youâd ever seen a child with a bullet wound,ââ finished Josh for me. âDo you know what would be great? If you had an independent thought in your head that didnât come directly from Dad.â
While I sat there on the ground I watched Josh interacting with Craig. Thatâs who he wants as a brother, I thought, the two of them talking about guns and motorcycles and the NFL. Josh gesturing with his hands, describing some fight, Craig looking at him worshipfully. Maybe he could teach Craig my haphtarah.
After a lot more
WEEEYOOOO
ing and gunfire and male bonding and Craig using the 20-gauge to transform a passing crow into a puff of black feathersâtheyâre really smart birds, you know; they use toolsâthe ammo was used up, and Darrell said, âOoo
kay!
Letâs ride some bikes!â
Which we did. And I crashed. I crashed within seconds of starting my very first ride, crashed with all of them watching, crashed exactly when I didnât want to crash, the front wheel rocketing skyward and throwing me onto my ass.
Everyone ran to the bike to make sure it was okay.
I got up and limped in circles, swearing loudly and rubbing my leg, not because Iâd hurt myself but because I wanted to make it look like I had, at least a little bit.
Josh watched me for a few moments and said, âYouâre all right.â It was a command. So I made some faces and swore a bit more and kind of dialed back the limp, fading it out after a few more circles.
Then Josh sighedâanother check mark in my failure columnâand said, âScrew it. Letâs just go to the falls.â
Which is where we are now, the whole horrible day building to this moment, with me standing up on this cliff, a gun-flinching, motorcycle-crashing, non-cliff-jumping coward.
âJump.â
âNo.
âYou know,â volunteers Professor Darrell in his serious voice, âin these sorts of situations itâs important to dominate oneâs fears.â
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