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GREY KINGSTON
after an epiphany moment and lots of tears, we decided to burn the cabin in the woods with a combination of moonshine and a lighter—a way to bury all the feelings we unleashed on that lot. feelings only the three of us will ever know.
we found ourselves in a second crossbow lesson, one where beth and i promised to actually try and learn how to use the thing, but it resulted in beth's ankle getting stuck in an animal trap. then we decided maybe being outside isn't the best thing for all of us.
a day later and we've all put aside our differences—well, i'm still holding a grudge with daryl for what he said to me during the drinking game.
we stumble across a huge funeral home that looks like it's been kept in pristine condition. there's not a speck of dust on the floor and the cabinets are packed with food.
beth and daryl's friendship has been blossoming right in front of my eyes. they talk and joke around constantly.
"i'm gonna go take a nap in the comfiest bed in the world." daryl says, standing up from the kitchen table we're all sitting around.
"the casket?" beth asks. "you're so weird for that."
"it's comfy. even better than that king sized bed i slept in that one night." daryl says, and i can see out of my peripheral vision that he's looking at me.
beth smiles, looking back and forth at both of us, "what king sized bed?"
"maybe i'll actually get some sleep in this casket though. no noisy neighbors this time." he ignores her, kicking his chair in under the table with his foot.
i roll my eyes, dropping my spoon into the jar of peanut butter.
"no fuckin' headboard hittin' the wall or all that other shit i heard! all because of what? you almost dyin' 2 hours before?"
"jesus, fuck! how good are your ears?" i challenge, looking up at him. "sounds like you were fuckin' leaning your head out the window and listenin' or something."
"nah i just hear everythin'. the ears are good, lungs are shot from smokin', but you must not smoke, right? lungs of steel screamin' out rick's name."
"the hell is your problem, dixon?" i snap at him.
he shakes his head at me and then walks out of the kitchen, disappearing around the hall.
my chair squeaks against the tile floor as i stand up, "that's a lie by the way! i was never screaming his name!"
"yeah, one more night in that house alone and you would'a been!" he argues back.
"keep talkin' like that and i'll make that casket bed your forever bed!"
