We would spend entire weekends up there up until I turned nineteen and Cricket got really sick. He taught me how to hunt with my hands in Echo River style from a young age but when my mom died, he made it a weekly trip to the mountains. He would sneak into town and they would watch movies together at her apartment. She left the tribe when she converted to Catholicism right out of high school, and they didn’t approve but Akule was young when she did and he was close to my mom, so he didn’t care.
Two Spartan short swords with leather handles, and I knew what I was doing with them.Īkule is Echo River Indian, as was my mother. He gave them to me for my eleventh birthday. I looked back at my truck and remembered that I kept my hunting knives in the glove compartment in case my mom’s brother Akule, the only one willing to talk to me on her side of the family, wanted to go hunting. She smiled at Spencer and they started laughing. I wondered if she thought about me at all, if she gave a shit that she broke my heart, shattered it into a million pieces. She bounced on her heels, talking animatedly, her hair swishing around her shoulders. Cricket would have been just as happy with me as she was with Spencer. I thought about what Finley told me earlier that morning. I could have been standing next to her in line at Ceres, waiting for our sweet potato sticky buns, laughing and feeling happy because I was with her. I couldn’t help but think I could have just as easily been him. Her hair had grown out a little and she’d gained weight, probably since the transplant went so well. It was the first time I’d seen either of them since the day in the forest when she chose him over me.
Their backs faced me as they ordered at the counter.
Carefully, I peered into the window and saw them. When I reached Ceres, I stopped and leaned against the brick beside the window, knowing they couldn’t see me. I kept as close to the storefronts as possible. Slowly, ever so slowly, I walked toward the bakery. It burned on its way down, alleviating that sick feeling in my stomach, albeit temporarily. The truck door slammed closed behind me as I reached for my hidden bottle, unscrewed the lid, and took a swig.
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