Part 32 (2/2)

”Traces of me could be in that car, too, girl. Maybe not prints, but some some kind of DNA. That's all they'll need, if they decide to go that route.” kind of DNA. That's all they'll need, if they decide to go that route.”

”What good would DNA do them?”

”If you're a convicted s.e.x offender, they take a DNA sample from you. And there's a national database.”

”How could you you be a-?” be a-?”

That's when I told her how me getting railroaded had started this whole thing.

I don't remember what I said. I don't even remember when I finished. All I remember is Lynda holding me before...I guess I don't even know before what what, but when I woke up, the side of my face was against her chest, and my arm was all the way across her body. She'd probably fallen asleep when she realized she couldn't get out from under all my weight.

For a minute, I thought I was losing it: every word made me think of another word, like this...chain, or something.

Weight. I did did take the weight. take the weight.

Wait. I had had waited, just like the rules say. waited, just like the rules say.

I got my money from Solly. I made sure Jessop was never going to roll on anyone, ever. Just like Solly wanted.

Solly couldn't do time, not at his age. But that book. That's what Solly really really wanted, wasn't it? And I had that book now. wanted, wasn't it? And I had that book now.

Solly couldn't do time, and I had the book...so everything was back where it was supposed to be. All I had to do was go back, give Solly everything he wanted: the book and the news about Jessop. Lynda, she'd go...wherever she wanted, I guessed.

What I really wanted was for her to go with me. But where was I going? Where the f.u.c.k f.u.c.k was I going? was I going?

I had to see Solly. Albie had it right. Solly was a traitor. And not just to whatever those hard men were doing. He sent me down to Florida to tie up a loose end. That was a lie. But now I had a loose end of my own. As long as Solly was alive, I'd never be safe.

I couldn't bring Lynda with me for what I had to do.

Big Matt, he got himself out. But he knows how to do legit things. The only things I know how to do, I could only do until I got caught doing them.

I couldn't bring Lynda to Solly, and I couldn't take her to prison with me, either.

”Sugar?”

”I didn't know you were awake.”

”My...head is awake. But I can't move my arm.”

”It's just cramped, girl. You're not built to have that much weight on you. I can put the...feeling back in it pretty quick, but that would hurt. Could you just, like, lay there for a couple of hours? With the weight off, your arm'll come-”

She looked like a little girl trying to be tough. ”I'd like to do that,” she said. ”But I have to...use the bathroom, okay?”

Before she could say anything to stop me, I scooped her up and carried her into the bathroom. I put her down there, but I held on. Good thing-she couldn't stand on her own. I pulled off her underpants with one hand, put her on the toilet.

She looked pretty steady. Her right arm was working, and she braced herself with it.

”I'll be close enough to hear you,” I told her. Then I backed out of the bathroom without closing the door. I moved a few steps away.

When I heard the toilet flush, I went to her. But she was already sort of standing against the sink, holding herself with that one good hand and arm.

I stepped behind her. ”I've got you, Lynda.” I turned on the water. It heated up quick, so I dialed it back. Then I held her at the waist. ”Use your good hand to wash the other one.”

When she was finished, I put her on the couch so her arm was stretched out along the top.

”Wet heat, that's best. You stay there.”

”Okay, boss,” she said. Smiling.

I felt good, too. Doing something I knew something about. I put a whole layer of dry towels under her arm, then one of the steaming-hot ones over it. Then I put some dry ones over everything, to keep the heat in.

”How long will it take?”

”Can you feel anything?”

”Not...not really.”

”When you start to feel something...the towels are too hot, or even if they're all cold, as soon as you can feel them, it won't be long after that.”

”Could I have a-?”

I was already there before she finished. She held the lit cigarette in her good hand, and took a deep puff like it was a painkiller.

”You should put something in your stomach, Lynda.”

”Don't be such a big nag.”

All of a sudden, her face changed. ”I was just teasing you, Sugar. Soon as I'm done with this, I'll have soup, okay? Just take one of the cans from the-”

”I know how to make soup.”

”Stop pouting, you big baby.” The way she said it, it felt like a kiss.

By the time she got back to herself, it was dark out. I had made myself some soup, too. Then I found enough ways to get a decent workout. Made me feel better. But not that much.

I took a quick shower. When I came out, she was on the couch. ”I don't know what to do,” I told her.

”We've got to make a decision, Sugar.”

My mouth got all dry. ”We.” Was that, we each each had to make a decision, or we had to make one together? had to make a decision, or we had to make one together?

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