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“Getting good at those tall tales, Charlie,” says Jack, lighting a cigarette. “I think I might be rubbing off on you.” He says the last bit with the cigarette in his mouth. It makes the words come out in a growl and it stirs something in me. I pinch my lip with my teeth. My whole body pulls toward his. I want to take the step to close the gap between us and press myself against him.
“Let’s go,” he says, words smacking me back to where we are, with the curious eyes of the lawn chair men. “B*tch’s gettin’ restless.”


Then their crowd parted and I saw him—the maggoty bastard who’d murdered my father. A burning rage swelled from the pit of my stomach. I gritted my teeth, biting back the angry words that threatened to spill from my mouth. I wanted to kill him, to rip him to pieces with my bare hands. His beady, black eyes, too small for his plump red face, scanned our party with disgust. I scowled at him as he sauntered toward the edge of the platform. The train was coming closer, growing louder.
“Hey!” I wanted him to look at me. To see my father in my eyes.
“What are you doing,” Simon said, pulling me back. “Be quiet! Are you mad?”