Chapter Eight : Broken Flowerpots
I awoke with a start at the sound of a crash.
I sat up, blinking, not knowing where I was at first. This was common in the initial days at new houses, so I didn't panic as much as I once had. Still, it took a minute to get my bearings and calm my pounding heart before I felt ready to get off the couch and investigate.
It did not take long to find the source of the noise. On the edge of our front porch, a flowerpot was broken into pieces, dirt spilling out in all directions. The likely culprit, a heavyset guy in a U t-shirt and some Mardi Gras beads, was stumbling back in the direction of the party next door, while a group of people on the porch there applauded, laughing.
"Uh-oh!" a skinny guy in a parka yelled at him, pointing in my direction. "Watch out, Grass. You're busted!"
The big guy turned sloppily, and looked at me. "Sorry!" he called out cheerfully. "You're cool, though, right?"
I wasn't exactly sure what this meant, other than I was probably going to be needing a broom and a trash bag. Before I could answer, though, a redheaded girl in a puffy jacket walked out into the side yard between our two houses, holding a beer. She popped the cap, then handed it to him and whispered something in his ear. A moment later, he was coming back my way, holding it out like a peace offering.
"For you," he said, doing a weird almost curtsy and practically falling down in the process. Someone hooted out behind him. "My lady."
More laughter. I reached out, taking the can, but didn't respond.
"See?" he said pointing at me. "I knew it. Cool."
So I was cool. Apparently. I watched him make his way back to his friends, pushing through the pack and going back inside. I was about to pour the beer into the bushes and go look for that trash bag when I thought of the house on the other side, with he sad, older couple, and reconsidered. My names always chose me, and what followed were always the details of the girl who would have that name, whoever she was. Beth or Lizbet or Eliza wouldn't ever have considered joining a party of strangers. But Liz Sweet might be just that kind of girl. So I ducked back inside, grabbed my jacket, and went to find out.
That was a nice introduction of Jake eh?
Sorry if it's too short!
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