actually spray-painted the walls of their rental apartment. Iâd never even heard of a thing like that.
Obviously I knew that graffiti was his thingâthat was how I had met him, standing around in the shadows, watching him and his buddies throw up a huge burner underneath an overpass. To see how seriously he took it thoughâliving in the middle of itâ¦It was inspiring to see that kind of dedication.
Paulâs house, by contrast, is more of a standard suburban two-and-a-half-kids kind of place. In the porch, hooks are overflowing with coats for all seasons, and shoes and sports equipment jockey for space with full recycling bins. I stand in the doorway and look around as he walks into the kitchen and reads a note stuck to the fridge.
âTheyâve all gone to a movie,â he says. âShitty. Guess we wonât be taking my momâs car after all.â He opens the fridge. âYou want something to eat?â
âNo, Iâm good.â
He pulls a bowl of potato salad out of the fridge, grabs a fork and starts eating. âIâm starving. Just give me a minute.â
âSure.â
âHey, come on in, you donât have to hang out in the doorway like that,â he says, his mouth full of food. âSure you donât want a Coke or something?â
âYeah, why not?â
He points at the fridge. âGrab me one too, will ya?â
I get the drinks and then stand for a minute, looking at the pictures that are plastered all over the fridge door. A few random pictures of babies and some wedding photos. Paul with people who must be his parents. Paul with two younger boys who look almost exactly alike. Theyâre posing on bikes, having a water fight, sitting for school photos.
âTwins?â I ask.
âYeah, my brothers. Theyâre thirteen.â
âOh my god,â I say, pointing to a picture of a short scrawny teenager in a suit, standing next to an old man. Theyâre both grinning broadly. âIs this you?â
He laughs. âYeah, me and my granddad at my auntâs wedding. A couple of years ago.â
âHoly shit,â I say. âYou must have gone through one hell of a growth spurt after that.â I stop at a more recent picture of Paul with a tall healthy-looking girl with a confident smile and long strawberry-blond hair. Paul is standing beside her, smiling awkwardly.
âThis your girlfriend?â I ask.
âYeah,â he says, reaching past me to open the door and put the potato salad back in the fridge. âThatâs Lannie.â
âSheâs hot,â I say.
âYeah, well, thatâs Lannie. Listen, Iâm gonna run to the bathroom. Make yourself at home.â
While I wait, I walk into the living room and look around. On one long wall, next to more family pictures, is a shelf full of trophies and ribbons, most of them with Paulâs name on them. I was right: total jock.
Paul comes bounding back down the stairs, two at a time.
âSo,â he says. âWhat do you think we should do?â
âI donât know,â I say. âYour friends must be wondering what happened to us.â
âYeah, no doubt. Theyâre probably long gone by now.â
âYeah.â
Then thereâs silence. It fills the room, and we both just stand there, looking at each other with no idea what to say.
âWell,â I say, turning toward the kitchen and breaking the moment, âI should leave. Iâve got to go get my backpack.â
âWhy donât I come with you?â he says. âI have to figure out what to do about that ladder anyway. Itâs not that far to the quarry, if you know the right shortcuts. Besides, itâs only nine oâclock. Iâm not ready for bed yet.â
I shrug. My plan of lurking around town by myself has already gone to shit. Besides, I donât mind spending time with Paul. He isnât someone I can imagine being friends
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