relax," Teal said.

It was difficult to let ourselves relax. I could see

everyone had nerves as taut as tight guitar strings. The

breeze, playing through us, sounded the same highpitched note. Gia lay with her eyes closed. Teal stared

at the horizon, dreaming of floating out there, I'm

sure. Robin had her head down, and Mindy played

with blades of grass like a little girl, forming shapes.

No one spoke. A door slammed and we all looked

toward the house. The three buddies laughed at

something, then got into the van and started away. "Where are they going?" I asked.

"Wherever it is." Teal said with some

excitement seeping into her voice. "it's close enough

for them to get there and back quickly enough. I knew

there was someplace. I knew I wasn't imagining those

lights."

"Forget it." Gia said.

"Why?" Teal asked.

"It's nothing. It's an Indian trading post off the

reservation. They can get magazines, candy,

cigarettes, but not much else. There's nothing to do

there and it's miles and miles this side of nowhere.

This is the Mojave Desert,"

"They have more than cigarettes," Mindy said,

her lips misting.

"How do you know?" I asked.

She didn't reply.

"Gia?"

"We know. We heard them talking about it." I stared at her and she looked away, "How did

you hear them talking about it. Gia? Was that

something you heard when you were in the

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