CHAPTER 5
Mary: February 2005
he Dubble Bubble’s lost all its flavor, but Mary’s still chew-
ing the gum as she shifts, nervously, in the backseat of
Wendy's big pickup truck. The girl sitting up front next
to Wendy is a stranger to Mary. She’s chain-smoking menthols.
eat is filthy and gross. Worried that
The music is blaring; the s her white jeans will get grody, Mary sits on her hands. Then, alled the Break-
through the window, she sees a gigantic resort c ers. It is resplendent, sun-drenched, not quite real—like some- thing you'd see in the movies. It makes for an interesting contrast. “We'll wait for her,” Wendy says to seat. “Then we can all go to the mall.” “Which one?”
“The Gardens.” It’s like she’s not there. Mary wants to say something about it,
the girl in the passenger
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but she doesn’t know if the dy’s always seemed so m other girl’s just a mystery. speak to Mary, her stare se girl.
“Remember,” Wendy s davit filed by the Palm Bez are, say eighteen.”
The light changes, anc looking at Mary in the rea
“Got it?”
Mary nods.
“I mean it,” says Wend
Who would believe her than that.
“Okay,” she says. “I got
Mary takes out her fli cousin is a BAMF.”
A badass motherfucke1
There’s no reply.
“Or maybe she’s just a|
Still no reply.
Joe must still be in churc
They pass El Bravo Wa’
Wendy’s driving slowel more, she says: “When the
Mary nods again and : see her smiling. To know | Wendy’s eyes are on the fri
4 they walk past a guard.
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