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As I sat on my mattress with Becky after one hard day’s work, she kissed my cheek. “You know I love you, Nick, don’t you?” she said as she stared at me and propped her chin on her hands.
I almost freaked out. I hadn’t expected that. “You do?” I asked.
She giggled and playfully punched me. “Of course, you bastard…I think we have a good thing here. Mr. Yates is stern but fair. I think we can make this a permanent home. We could be together for as long as we want.”
I smiled at her. “I suppose I love you too, Becky.” I kissed her back. “And,” I continued, “I hope you’re right.”
As she hugged me, I glanced across the room and noticed Marcus watching us. The look in his eyes was unsettling. I could swear he was jealous of me.
I looked over at him and asked, “Is everything cool, man?” I didn’t want him to get upset.
He nodded, picked some dirt out of a fingernail with a pocketknife, and replied, “Yeah Nick, things are just fine. You have a good night.”
“You too,” I told him.
“Night Marcus,” Becky said.
Marcus was jealous. I could tell. I’d never seen him like this, and if there was one thing that could get in the way of friends, well….she was sitting beside me.
Oh well, fuck him. Becky i s mine. He’ll just have to deal with it.
The next morning, as I ate a breakfast of rice and day-old bread inside of the old elementary school with The Preacher, Marcus came into the room. I chewed on my bread and watched him. He grabbed his grub and turned to face us. I waved at him. “Hey Marcus,” I greeted him. The Preacher did likewise.
Marcus nodded to The Preacher, eyed me darkly, and kept walking. He usually sat with us. Instead, he dropped his metal tray down with a loud clang on the next table and sat down beside Clod, Larry, Sha’Quizz, and Wendy. I watched them as they whispered together and laughed. Marcus looked over at me for a second then turned back to his new friends. I heard them muttering and laughing once again.
“What’s up with him?” The Preacher asked me. “Did you piss in his boots?”
“Nah,” I answered, “he likes Becky.”
“ You shall not covet your neighbors’ wife,” he commented. “Marcus is someone you should beware of.”
“I’m not sure I need a warning, Preacher. We’ve survived together for a few months now. I am sure he’ll get over this.”
“Of, he may,” The Preacher said, “but I see the evil that lurks in his heart. He is rash, impulsive, and easy to anger. Whether or not you meant to offend him, Marcus will see this as a personal slight.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I told him.
He reached out and gently grabbed my wrist as I was bringing my fork to my mouth to eat some rice. As my rice fell off the fork, I looked up to make eye contact with him.
“You need to know that I have your back, Nick. Whatever may happen, I swear I will side with you, Becky, and Raymond.”
“Who?”
“The other guy from our original camp.”
“Oh.”
“Seriously though, Nick,” he went on, still clutching my wrist. “I distrust Marcus and so should you. He wants Becky because he cannot have her. You have her, and you have become his enemy because of it.”
“I’ll think on that,” I said calmly, “but I think you’re overreacting to a petty grievance.”
“Do not say I did not warn you, my friend.” He released my wrist.
I finished my breakfast and got up.
Later that day, as I worked in the field, I chatted with The Preacher and the guy named Raymond who I barely knew. Marcus talked to them as he passed us, but he pretty much ignored me. After a few hours of unease, I decided to approach Marcus and clear the air. His childish attitude was starting to aggravate me.
“Hey, I need to talk with you, man,” I suggested.
He responded with irritation, “I’m working, Nick. What the fuck.”
“No, what the fuck to you, you selfish prick,” I shouted. “You’re going to listen to
As I sat on my mattress with Becky after one hard day’s work, she kissed my cheek. “You know I love you, Nick, don’t you?” she said as she stared at me and propped her chin on her hands.
I almost freaked out. I hadn’t expected that. “You do?” I asked.
She giggled and playfully punched me. “Of course, you bastard…I think we have a good thing here. Mr. Yates is stern but fair. I think we can make this a permanent home. We could be together for as long as we want.”
I smiled at her. “I suppose I love you too, Becky.” I kissed her back. “And,” I continued, “I hope you’re right.”
As she hugged me, I glanced across the room and noticed Marcus watching us. The look in his eyes was unsettling. I could swear he was jealous of me.
I looked over at him and asked, “Is everything cool, man?” I didn’t want him to get upset.
He nodded, picked some dirt out of a fingernail with a pocketknife, and replied, “Yeah Nick, things are just fine. You have a good night.”
“You too,” I told him.
“Night Marcus,” Becky said.
Marcus was jealous. I could tell. I’d never seen him like this, and if there was one thing that could get in the way of friends, well….she was sitting beside me.
Oh well, fuck him. Becky i s mine. He’ll just have to deal with it.
The next morning, as I ate a breakfast of rice and day-old bread inside of the old elementary school with The Preacher, Marcus came into the room. I chewed on my bread and watched him. He grabbed his grub and turned to face us. I waved at him. “Hey Marcus,” I greeted him. The Preacher did likewise.
Marcus nodded to The Preacher, eyed me darkly, and kept walking. He usually sat with us. Instead, he dropped his metal tray down with a loud clang on the next table and sat down beside Clod, Larry, Sha’Quizz, and Wendy. I watched them as they whispered together and laughed. Marcus looked over at me for a second then turned back to his new friends. I heard them muttering and laughing once again.
“What’s up with him?” The Preacher asked me. “Did you piss in his boots?”
“Nah,” I answered, “he likes Becky.”
“ You shall not covet your neighbors’ wife,” he commented. “Marcus is someone you should beware of.”
“I’m not sure I need a warning, Preacher. We’ve survived together for a few months now. I am sure he’ll get over this.”
“Of, he may,” The Preacher said, “but I see the evil that lurks in his heart. He is rash, impulsive, and easy to anger. Whether or not you meant to offend him, Marcus will see this as a personal slight.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I told him.
He reached out and gently grabbed my wrist as I was bringing my fork to my mouth to eat some rice. As my rice fell off the fork, I looked up to make eye contact with him.
“You need to know that I have your back, Nick. Whatever may happen, I swear I will side with you, Becky, and Raymond.”
“Who?”
“The other guy from our original camp.”
“Oh.”
“Seriously though, Nick,” he went on, still clutching my wrist. “I distrust Marcus and so should you. He wants Becky because he cannot have her. You have her, and you have become his enemy because of it.”
“I’ll think on that,” I said calmly, “but I think you’re overreacting to a petty grievance.”
“Do not say I did not warn you, my friend.” He released my wrist.
I finished my breakfast and got up.
Later that day, as I worked in the field, I chatted with The Preacher and the guy named Raymond who I barely knew. Marcus talked to them as he passed us, but he pretty much ignored me. After a few hours of unease, I decided to approach Marcus and clear the air. His childish attitude was starting to aggravate me.
“Hey, I need to talk with you, man,” I suggested.
He responded with irritation, “I’m working, Nick. What the fuck.”
“No, what the fuck to you, you selfish prick,” I shouted. “You’re going to listen to
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