much and that was her fault too. I hadnât swept the slate deck up there for a while, but how could I as long as there was this pinche weeding to do? I wasnât ever going to finish this, I just knew it. I didnât try and wasnât going to either. I ainât no slave, that was what Iâd tell myself to say. I wasnât explaining to either the Cloyd or my mom about it.
So I was going to my room right after school, and then I ran out to the bowling alley to eat a burger Mrs. Zúniga made for me. It was all better going there, and they liked me so much they stopped making me pay for my games. That kind of made me hold back. I didnât want to take advantage. But I did stay longer. I always got free coke refills. So I bowled frames, and if I stayed out late enough, he was usually asleep on his chair or even already in the bedroom and maybe my mom would be on the couch watching TV. She never watched TV before. It was crazy to see my mom in front of it. Sheâd even be asleep there, the phone stretched out, and Iâd go quiet as I could to that bedroom. Neither of them were asking me anything when they saw me, but I figured out to say how I went to school or to some friendâs, like over to the twins for instance, even though I didnât know where they lived.
It was hard to see in the nightâno lights nowhereâand if it were a hole to step in that went to the bottom of the earth, you wouldnât know it was in front of you until you fell into it. But it was also a little harder to be seen. I was going to see if Nica had her TV on.
âWhatâre you sneaking around to do?â I heard Cindyâs voice behind me say.
I jumped, caught and guilty. I hadnât seen her or thought one thing about her for a while.
âYou trying to steal more magazines from somebody?â
That doubled my surprise. I had no idea where that was coming from. She got up real close to me, where I could almost taste her breath and touch the hot coming off her bare neck and shoulders.
âI heard about it,â she whispered. âGina told me.â
She was wearing a bikini top and some torn cut-off jeans, but once she said that, I didnât look.
âWhatâre you talking about?â I asked.
âYou know!â
We were near the window of Mr. Josepâs apartment, and he pulled his curtain back to see us. Cindy grabbed my hand and led me, like I might get lost. It was like she wasnât even thinking I was up there for any other reason but to talk to her.
âYou know,â she said again once we were inside her apartment.
It was a lot warmer in here. Too warm. I think she had the heater on. Except she also had the apartment door and the windows on either side of it open.
âI donât either. I donât know what youâre talking about.â
âOh, you donât know, do you?â she said, teasing. She put her hands to her chichis, pushed them together, and made a sexy face. âWhat can you think of now?â
That made it less clear to me. I did see how she was pretty good there. I let myself look at them when she did that.
Cindy was shaking her head at me. âYou have to meet my sister,â she said. âDo you know she posed for
Playboy
magazine? People talk about my sisterâs incredible body. She just isnât very pretty. They say I have the pretty face.â
â
She
has the body?â I didnât mean to say that out loud. I was more thinking that Cindy was here in the living room, her hot living room, and she was in a bikini top.
âI know I donât look bad,â she said, âbut Iâm supposed to be the pretty one. Wait till you see my sister, and then youâll know what Iâm talking about.â She went over to the kitchen counter. âIâm glad you finally noticed me, though. Iâm not so bad, am I?â She was refilling a glass sheâd been drinking from. âHey, you
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