If he wants to do it, he’s going to do it when I’m not in town.” “I’m not in a position to see him or tell him what to do. Connor’s got the DNA for that stuff, and Pete or Popcap might try when they get back.” “Can you make sure Connor and Holly are left alone? I don’t want them getting caught up in anything too shady, and Connor’s dad’s one of those guys who’ll take anything. What I’m wondering is, you going to be around? I’m thinking about my nephew and his stepsis.” The stoner kids were feckless and useless, but they looked up to her. Food, clothing, places she could head to if the PRT started acting like it knew where she was. More practical was the fact that here, at least, she knew where to go. Familiar faces and places mattered in a way she couldn’t put to words, even if some of those places closed down or faces left, like the stoners were doing. Pete used to always look you up and try to see what you were doing. They walked in the direction of where she’d stowed the bags. She’s cool about most things, you know, she lets us cut school, but talking to you might push it.” “Go,” Fappy said, and the two younger teenagers ran off.
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You don’t want to risk it, you two,” Fappy said.Ī blue sedan with a tattered flag mounted on one of the windows passed down the road about a block away. He had to go to court, but they ducked it. “Because he talked about it at school,” the other guy said. “Detention, for robbing a bank?” Connor asked. “You guys were legendary at school,” one of the other guys said.
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“You cracked under the pressure,” Ashley said. We tried to rob a bank with Damsel of Distress. “You said something about a bank?” Connor asked. Not even if they offer to buy you drinks or give you anything.” “Connor, Holly, don’t ever, ever spend time with Popcap or Pete. She didn’t like him and he didn’t like her, and Pete spending time with the guy didn’t bode well for Pete.įappy shrugged. Popcap was the most notorious meth dealer in the area. Stuff’s been pretty messed up since Leviathan hit.” They hopped on a bus to go down and join some messed up gang, talking about endless parties. He’s been hanging out with Popcap since Stan took off. The stoner kids had been a fixture here for most of her life. We’re eighteen, nineteen, it’s about time we figure stuff out.” “The rest of us are getting around to it too, mostly. Am I boring you, talking about this stuff?” She had to go in for a pregnancy related hip thing, and she’s not leaving until she has the kid so her leg doesn’t come off. Which is great because he’s close to Amber. He’s got a job washing sheets and stuff in the hospital. Stan did the stand up thing and is getting his life together. “Well,” Fappy said, “You know Stan, right?” Even now, grabbing food to fill her kitchen, she wasn’t at her best. She’d had to scare them off when she could barely stand. Somewhere in the weeks of sweating it out and not being able to go out, the PRT had started looking for her. The infection had persisted and the leg wound had refused to heal. She had wanted to open it up enough that she could try to get her power inside and clear away the infection, but it hadn’t worked. In a fit of frantic energy, she had taken one of the scraps of matter that had been left after a use of her power and cut into the scratch. A mundane scratch on her leg had become red and inflamed, and a use of her power hadn’t scoured away whatever was going on. She wasn’t, and she hadn’t really ‘caught’ anything. I was thinking about going to Brockton Bay, after Leviathan, decided to rest instead.” “Oh, you don’t know? I guess we haven’t seen you around.” “My parents lost patience with me and gave me thirty days to move out,” Fappy said, to her. “I’m moving away to find work,” Fappy said. Connor, Holly, this is Damsel of Distress. They’re staying with my parents because of family stuff. “That’s my nephew, Connor, he’s only six years younger than me, though,” Fappy said. “Corrupting the youngest generation?” she asked. Some of the younger teenagers stood up and backed away. She left the bags by the corner of a building, and she approached the group of kids. It was heavy and painful, but it beat destroying the stuff she’d grabbed. The length of the spike rested across her shoulders. She held a spike of twisted, condensed metal, which was hooked through the straps of bags. It was her habit to go out in the late evening, when the rest of the town was asleep, and to keep out of the way the rest of the time, but her cupboards had been bare and she’d felt her sanity fraying even more around the edges. She could see the group of kids at their usual hangout spot.