over my chest.
âYou thinking about the accident?â Felixâs voice was surprisingly gentle. âYour fingers.â
I tucked my hands into the pockets of my jeans. âFaith, actually.â Felix gave an almost inaudible sigh. âShe wanted to go to America, didnât she?â
âYeah.â He bent to examine the toe of his shoe. âNever got the chance.â
âI miss her.â Inside my pockets my thumbs were running along the fingertip scars, tracing them. Inside my head the colours of the accident raged, the blue flames, the red-hot metal. Not memories, something older, harder and more primitive.
âYou and me both, babe. You and me both.â
Another silence. A loved-up couple whoâd been strolling around outside under the almost unnaturally clear desert sky came towards us, hand in hand. As they passed, I saw the girlâs eyes, dark in the moonlight, flick to my face and I felt the almost pre-emptive embarrassment rise into my throat. âI think ⦠Can we go up to the room now?â
âSure.â But Fe didnât move; he seemed lost inside his thoughts, scuffing his feet in the dust. I felt a little burst of fondness for him, he looked so young with his tousled hair and his face all scrunched up. So unaware of how people looked at me, and, by extension, him.
âI am glad we came, Fe.â
Then his head came up and that choirboy smile folded his cheeks. âThatâs really good, Skye. I mean, this whole thing, itâs been good for you, yeah? Even if you never get inside the supremely tight pants of the T-M, youâre having a great time, arenât you? And then thereâs our Jack ââ
âHeâs weird.â
âWhatever. Just you remember, darling, who saw him first.â Felix pushed himself away from the wall. âCâmon.â
But the motel had erupted into noise and light. With the coming dark, even those not attending Gethrynâs little address-the-masses moment had crowded inside and I could hear the voices bursting through every wall. âI think I might just stay out here for a bit longer, actually. If thatâs okay.â
He nodded. âThe T-M isnât likely to strike twice in one night, though, lover.â
âIâm just enjoying the peace and quiet.â
âTwo shakes then.â He leapt inside and was back in a couple of minutes with a large glass of something amber. âHere. Drink that down and youâll be fit for an early night.â
I sniffed it. âWow. Smells like paint stripper.â
âThat, darling, is a Broken Hill Special.â
âSmells like it. Broken something, anyway.â I sniffed again. âIntestines, possibly.â
âChug-a-lug, thereâs a good girl.â
I took a cautious first sip. The warmth rode down my throat like a roping cowboy, captured my tonsils and begged for backup. âItâs not bad. Itâs a bit like ⦠tequila?â
âMm, mostly tequila.â Felix watched me drain the glass, then took the empty and sat next to me on the edge of the little raised wall that circled the entire motel, as though it marked some kind of border. âEver thought about moving out here? To the States?â
âNo.â
âYou could sell the house, make enough to move. Might do you good. Iâm sure you talked about moving to the States, you know.â
I frowned. Trying to find the memories was like staring into a black maelstrom and made my forehead ache. âDid I?â
âThatâs what you told me.â
I shook my head. âI wish I could remember. Sometimes I feel like one of those pod aliens â everything you tell me about the past sounds so weird and so unlike me, as though I was someone different before. Like Iâm a new soul in a body you think you know.â
Felix shrugged an elegant shoulder and stared off into the desert. There was an expression on
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