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poured the coffee into an olive green mug, dug the almond milk out of the fridge and prepared the drink that would lull her back into this earthly plane.
Luke wandered in. “Morning, Luke.”
“Morning, Aunt Shana.” The boy was wholly distracted by his monomaniacal quest to for another bowl of Guava Pops. This required shimmying up the counter to reach the cabinet that was supposed to be off limits to him. Shana was too amused to stop the boy from obtaining his forbidden second serving. He grabbed the box successfully, and even replaced it in its exact position so his mother would never guess it had moved a hair.
“Bye Aunt Shana.” The boy wallowed out of the room, cradling his spoils.
As if on a conveyer belt transporting members of the same bloodline, Nate sauntered in. He was looking healthy these days, regardless of the spare tire that middle age so often affixes to men. He shot Shana a familiar smirk and nod. “Coffee still hot?”
Shana’s response took the form of a petite sip. Nate gave another little nod and poured himself a cup of steaming Joe. “How it’s it to be back in Cleveland hun?”
“Oh it’s better than being back in Indiana.”
“Most things are. I remember passing kidney stones being better than going back to Indiana.”
“Sounds like things are well between you and Suze.”
Nate took a long sip, too long for how hot his black coffee was. “Well sure.” He took another sip, this time taking a moment to savor the flavor. “Just don’t understand where this new religious bent of hers came from. The exercising too, I guess. But at least I don’t have to get dragged to the gym every time she gets the itch to work out.”
Shana just kind of shrugged and sipped again. They sat on silence for a spell. Nate broke it. “Hey wanna check something out?” Shana followed his lead.
It was the car. It was fucked up.
“Looks bad, huh?” The dreamer had no response. “Police came by and took some shards of glass that had blood on them. Took an icepick too and figured they could use the prints on that with the blood from the glass to find the guy if he was already in their database.”
“But...”
Nate let it hang for a minute, politely waiting for the rest of the thought. After long enough he helped her. “But nothing was stolen, is the strange part. No sign that he entered the car either. Cop said sometimes homeless people will break in to take a nap or jerk off. No signs of either.”
Shock was the only feature on Shana’s face.
“What? You didn’t know homeless people jerk off?” Nate had a hardy laugh and gave her a light punch on the shoulder. “Don’t you worry hun, insurance covers the whole repair and even the tow truck to get it to the shop. Of course I doubt Suze is going to feel too good driving around in the car that some freak soiled with his blood.”
“Yeah, freak is right.”
Chapter Six
June in Cleveland was an easy time. The wind from Lake Erie provided good reprieve from the balmy late afternoon heat and lighting at night lent a romantic, sporadic glow on the people sipping beer on porches. The warm nights would bring people out of their houses, which was both good and bad. Good if those people were the neighborly types who wanted to chat about the progress of this or that plant in the garden. Bad if they were the meth-smoking, child-beating types who brought their paranoid quarreling out to air for the entirety of an unwitting block to gain a quick, thorough education on. Kids from those families were usually the ones to whack mailboxes with a bat, or nail a squirrel’s tail into the soil on their patchy, yellowed front lawn.
It was a boy from one such family, Benjamin Henderson, eleven years old, 54 inches and about 80 pounds, who went missing in early May. He and his two brothers were seen running around the block on the first sunny, spring day of the year (April was a month that flooded a great number of
Luke wandered in. “Morning, Luke.”
“Morning, Aunt Shana.” The boy was wholly distracted by his monomaniacal quest to for another bowl of Guava Pops. This required shimmying up the counter to reach the cabinet that was supposed to be off limits to him. Shana was too amused to stop the boy from obtaining his forbidden second serving. He grabbed the box successfully, and even replaced it in its exact position so his mother would never guess it had moved a hair.
“Bye Aunt Shana.” The boy wallowed out of the room, cradling his spoils.
As if on a conveyer belt transporting members of the same bloodline, Nate sauntered in. He was looking healthy these days, regardless of the spare tire that middle age so often affixes to men. He shot Shana a familiar smirk and nod. “Coffee still hot?”
Shana’s response took the form of a petite sip. Nate gave another little nod and poured himself a cup of steaming Joe. “How it’s it to be back in Cleveland hun?”
“Oh it’s better than being back in Indiana.”
“Most things are. I remember passing kidney stones being better than going back to Indiana.”
“Sounds like things are well between you and Suze.”
Nate took a long sip, too long for how hot his black coffee was. “Well sure.” He took another sip, this time taking a moment to savor the flavor. “Just don’t understand where this new religious bent of hers came from. The exercising too, I guess. But at least I don’t have to get dragged to the gym every time she gets the itch to work out.”
Shana just kind of shrugged and sipped again. They sat on silence for a spell. Nate broke it. “Hey wanna check something out?” Shana followed his lead.
It was the car. It was fucked up.
“Looks bad, huh?” The dreamer had no response. “Police came by and took some shards of glass that had blood on them. Took an icepick too and figured they could use the prints on that with the blood from the glass to find the guy if he was already in their database.”
“But...”
Nate let it hang for a minute, politely waiting for the rest of the thought. After long enough he helped her. “But nothing was stolen, is the strange part. No sign that he entered the car either. Cop said sometimes homeless people will break in to take a nap or jerk off. No signs of either.”
Shock was the only feature on Shana’s face.
“What? You didn’t know homeless people jerk off?” Nate had a hardy laugh and gave her a light punch on the shoulder. “Don’t you worry hun, insurance covers the whole repair and even the tow truck to get it to the shop. Of course I doubt Suze is going to feel too good driving around in the car that some freak soiled with his blood.”
“Yeah, freak is right.”
Chapter Six
June in Cleveland was an easy time. The wind from Lake Erie provided good reprieve from the balmy late afternoon heat and lighting at night lent a romantic, sporadic glow on the people sipping beer on porches. The warm nights would bring people out of their houses, which was both good and bad. Good if those people were the neighborly types who wanted to chat about the progress of this or that plant in the garden. Bad if they were the meth-smoking, child-beating types who brought their paranoid quarreling out to air for the entirety of an unwitting block to gain a quick, thorough education on. Kids from those families were usually the ones to whack mailboxes with a bat, or nail a squirrel’s tail into the soil on their patchy, yellowed front lawn.
It was a boy from one such family, Benjamin Henderson, eleven years old, 54 inches and about 80 pounds, who went missing in early May. He and his two brothers were seen running around the block on the first sunny, spring day of the year (April was a month that flooded a great number of
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