“A group of us are going out,” she said. “It’s the first official weekend here for the incoming class. Those of us who chose summer start, at least. I’m the only townie, so I’m supposed to know where to go. I’m also the only one who did premed as an undergrad, so I have to prove I don’t have a stick up my butt… although I’m pretty sure they all assumed I didn’t make the med-school cut.”
“You set ’em straight on that?”
“No.” She shrugged, pushing her sunglasses on and digging keys from her bag. “I guess I’m kind of afraid they’d all think I’m as irrational as everyone else does.”
“Not everyone,” I said, coaxing a crooked little smile from her.
She squeezed my forearm—one second, maybe two—but my skin burned where her fingers skimmed. “Not everyone. Thanks for that.”
I watched her drive away for the second time in a week, waiting until she turned the corner before I turned to go inside.
Randy Thompson and I headed to Avery’s every Friday after work for chicken-fried steak the size of a platter, buttery potatoes, and iced tea. The ritual had started in high school with Maxfield, Vega, and Thompson’s younger brother Rick. Randy had been a senior when the rest of us started high school. He’d been dealing then, mostly weed. He hadn’t gotten into the harder shit until later. Since coming home from Jester, Randy had been living with his parents in the home he grew up in, across the street. He worked at his mom’s shop now, which sold island-themed décor, T-shirts, and jewelry Randy made.
“That Pearl’s car over at your place earlier?” he asked, swiping a forkful of steak through a pool of potatoes and gravy.
“Yep.”
“She graduated with Maxfield last month, right?”
I nodded, chewing. I’d meant to go to the ceremony, but between Dad’s final trip to the hospital, the increase in business, and the eight-hour round trip, I hadn’t been able to get away.
“Cool. Maxfield’s heading to Ohio?” Thompson was no idiot. I didn’t discuss Pearl with anyone, and he was no exception. “He coming home first?”
“Not sure he considers this place home. But yeah—he’ll be here in a couple weeks.”
“Cool,” he repeated.
Our waitress, Honey, arrived with the pitcher and topped off our glasses with fresh-brewed tea so dark I grabbed two extra packets of sugar.
“You boys staying outta trouble?” she asked. Thompson stared at his plate. A childhood friend of his mom, Honey was probably more familiar with the details of his time in Jester than the rest of our small town.
“Yes, ma’am, we are.” I winked, grinning. “Unless you’re offering to lead me astray. Don’t tease me now.”
She swatted my shoulder. “You stop that flirtin’ or one of these days I might take you up on it just to watch you run outta here like your pants are on fire.”
“Oh, they’re on fi—”
“Hush!” She laughed, shaking her head before moving to the next table.
We ate in silence for a few minutes, and my thoughts wandered to Pearl for the millionth time since she’d come home. I’d never imagined her moving back here to live. She’d be gone for a few months come fall, but after four years of her absence, a few months was nothing. Unless she returned with another boyfriend. Someone from her program, maybe. I’d watch her grow older, settle down, have children. I’d know those children existed because I’d saved her life, and that fact should make me proud, but it made me want to throw the table across the room.
I set my fork down before I bent it.
“I’m never going to live it down,” Thompson mumbled.
His assertion felt like something I’d think about Pearl, and I had to shift gears. “Honey didn’t mean—”
“I know,” he said. “It’s not what she said so much as…” He sighed. “It feels like there’s some implication under every word anyone says. Some reference to the fact that I’m a fuckup. I’m always expecting it, whether it’s actually coming at me or not.”
“I learned a while back not to let other people define me,” I said. Except Pearl.
“Easier said than done when your permanent record includes a set of convictions and prison time.”
I took another bite, considering. It was true that he’d dug a big hole for himself and then nearly buried himself alive, metaphorically speaking. Digging back out would be a bitch, and there were some options—some possible futures—he’d thrown away forever in the process. That sucked. “What’s that saying? Nothing worth having is easy?”
Like Pearl. Had there ever been a possible future with her—one I’d never believed in?
Thompson sighed. “Sometimes, though, I just want it to be easy.” His prison release came with mandatory AA meetings twice a week, monthly appointments with his parole officer in Corpus, and a year’s worth of random drug testing. If he failed at even one of those things, he’d go back in and nobody would give a goddamn except his mom. And me.
“You can do it, man. You are doing it.”
“Thanks, Wynn.” He glanced at me and back at his plate. “For what it’s worth, that girl should wake up and see what she’s missing before it’s too late.”
I didn’t reply. If I’d had a lick of sense four years ago, I wouldn’t have wrecked even the snowball’s chance in hell I might’ve had with her. I’d never been able to forget the look on her face the first time I saw her—after. It was officially summer, and it felt like half the state was partying on the beach. I’d been a bit wasted that night, so my reaction had lagged. The sight of her on the other side of the fire was a violent jolt—every fantasy I’d ever ached for personified. It had only been ten hours or so since I’d left her bed, but I wanted her more than I ever had.