Doug jumped in his seat, then scowled when he saw her. His beard glimmered with grease as he eased himself out of the car. He was a big guy to begin with and more than four hundred pounds now. Nikki was just the opposite-skinny as a straw no matter what she ate.
"Can you take me to work?" she asked. "It"s too hot to take the bus."
He shook his head and belched, making the air smell like a beach after the tide went out and left the mussels to bake in the sun. "I got some more training to do. Spinks is coming over to do gallon-water trials."
"Come on," she said. It sucked that he got to screw around when she had to work. "Where were you anyway?"
"Chinese buffet," he said. "Did fifty shrimp. Volume"s okay, I guess. My speed blows, though. I just slow down after the first five to eight minutes. Peeling is a b.i.t.c.h, and those waitresses are always looking at me and giggling."
"Take me to work. You are going to puke if you eat anything else."
His eyes widened and he held up a hand, as if to ward off her words. "How many times do I have to tell you? It"s a "reversal of fortune" or a "Roman incident." Don"t ever ever say puke. That"s bad luck." say puke. That"s bad luck."
Nikki shifted her weight, the intensity of his reaction embarra.s.sing her. "Fine. Whatever. Sorry."
He sighed. "I"ll drive you, but you have to take the bus home."
She sat down in one of the cracked seats of his car, brushing off a tangle of silvery wrappers. A pack of gum sat in the grimy brake well and she pulled out a piece. "Deal."
"Good for jaw strength," Doug said.
"Good for fresh breath," she replied, rolling her eyes. "Not that you care about that."
He looked out the window. "Gurgitators get groupies, you know. Once I"m established on the compet.i.tive eating circuit, I"ll be meeting tons of women."
"There"s a scary thought," she said as they pulled onto the highway.
"You should try it. I"m battling the whole "belt of fat" thing-my stomach only expands so far-but the skinny people can really pack it in. You should see this little girl who"s eating big guys like me under the table."
"If you keep emptying out the fridge, I might just do it," Nikki said. "I might have to."
Nikki walked through the crowded mall, past skaters getting kicked out by rent-a-cops and listless homemakers pushing baby carriages. At the beginning of summer, when she"d first gotten the job, she had imagined that Renee would still be working at the t-shirt kiosk and Leah would be at Gotheteria and they would wave to each other across the body of the mall and go to the food court every day for lunch. She didn"t expect that Renee would be on some extended road-trip vacation with her parents and that Leah would ignore Nikki in front of her new, black-lipsticked friends.
If not for Boo, she would spent the summer waiting around for the bizarre postcards Renee sent from cross-country stops. At first they were just pictures of the Liberty Bell or the Smithsonian with messages on the back about the cute guys she"d seen at a rest stop or the number of times she"d punched her brother using the excuse of playing Padiddle-but then they started to get loonier. A museum brochure where Renee had given each of the paintings obscene thought balloons. A ripped piece of a menu with words blacked out to spell messages like "Cheese is the way." A leaf that got too mangled in the mail to read the words on it. A section of newspaper folded into a boat that said, "Do you think clams get seasick?" And, of course, the bagel.
It bothered Nikki that Renee was still funny and still having fun while Nikki felt lost. Leah had drifted away as though Renee was all that had kept the three of them together and without Renee to laugh at her jokes, Nikki couldn"t seem to be funny. She couldn"t even tell if she was having fun.
Kim stood behind the counter of The Sweet Tooth candy store, a long string of red licorice hanging from her mouth. She looked up when Nikki came in. "You"re late."
"So?" Nikki asked.
"Boss"s son"s in the back," Kim said.
Kim loved anime so pa.s.sionately that she convinced their boss to stock Pocky and lychee gummies and green tea and ginger candies with hard surfaces but runny, spicy insides. They"d done so well that the Boss started asking Kim"s opinion on all the new orders. She acted like he"d made her manager.
Nikki liked all the candy-peanut b.u.t.ter taffy, lime green foil-wrapped "alien coins" with chocolate discs inside, gummy geckos and gummy sidewinders and a whole a.s.sortment of translucent gummy fruit, long strips of paper dotted with sugar dots, shining and jagged rock candy, hot-as-h.e.l.l atomic fireb.a.l.l.s, sticks of violet candy that tasted like flowery chalk, giant multi-colored spiral lollipops, not to mention chocolate-covered malt b.a.l.l.s, chocolate-covered blueberries and raspberries and peanuts, and even tiny packages of chocolate-covered ants.
The pay was pretty much c.r.a.p, but Nikki was allowed to eat as much candy as she wanted. She picked out a coffee toffee to start with because it seemed breakfast-y.
The boss"s son came out of the stock room, his sleeveless t-shirt thin enough that Nikki could see the hair that covered his back and chest through the cloth. He scowled at her. "Most girls get sick of the candy after a while," he said, in a tone that was half grudging admiration, half panic at the profits vanishing through her teeth.
Nikki paused in her consumption of a pile of sour gummy lizards, their hides crunchy with granules of sugar. "Sorry," she said.
That seemed to be the right answer, because he turned to Kim and told her to restock the pomegranate jellybeans.
Nikki"s stomach growled and, while his back was turned, she popped another lizard into her mouth.
The gla.s.s-enclosed waiting area of the bus stop was full when Nikki finished her shift. Rain slicked her skin and plastered her hair to her face and neck. By the time the bus came, she was soaked and even more convinced that her summer was doomed.
Nikki pushed her way into one of the few remaining seats, next to an old guy who smelled like a sulfurous fart. It took her a moment to realize he was the houndstooth suit-and-cane guy from the bus stop that morning. He"d probably been riding the bus this whole time. Still jittery from sugar, she could feel the headache-y start of a post-candy crash in her immediate future. Nikki tried to ignore the heavy wetness of her clothes and to breathe as shallowly as possible to avoid the old guy"s stink.
The bus lurched forward. A woman chatting on her cell phone stumbled into Nikki"s knee.
""Scuse me," the woman said sharply, as though Nikki was the one who fell.
"I"m going to give you what you want," the man next to her whispered. Weirdly, his breath was like honey.
Nikki didn"t reply. Nice breath or not, he was still a stinky, senile old pervert.
"I"m talking to you, girl." He touched her arm.
She turned toward him. "You"re not supposed to talk to people on buses."
His cheeks wrinkled up as he smiled. "Is that so?"
"Yeah, trains too. It"s a ma.s.s-transportation thing. Anything stuffed with people, you"re supposed to act like you"re alone."
"Is that what you want?" he asked. "You want everyone to act like you"re not here?"
"Pretty much. You going to give me what I want?" Nikki asked, hoping he would shut up. She wished she could just tell freakjobs to f.u.c.k off, but she hated that hurt look that they sometimes got. It made her think of Boo. She would put up with a lot to not see that look.
He nodded. "I sure am."
The "scuse-me woman looked in their direction, blinked, then plopped her fat a.s.s right on Nikki"s lap. Nikki yelped and the woman got up, red-faced.
"What are you doing there?" the "scuse-me lady gasped.
The old pervert started laughing so hard that spit flew out of his mouth.
"Sitting," Nikki said. "What the h.e.l.l are you doing?"
The woman turned away from Nikki, muttering to herself.
"You"re very fortunate to be sitting next to me," the pervert said.
"How do you figure that?"
He laughed again, hard and long. "I gave you what you wanted. I"ll give you the next thing you want, too." He winked a rheumy eye. "For a price."
"Whatever," Nikki muttered.
"You know where to find me."
Mercifully, the next stop was Nikki"s. She shoved the "scuse-me woman hard as she pushed her way off the bus.
The rain had let up. Doug sat on the steps of the trailer, his hair frizzy with drizzle. He looked grim.
"What"s going on?" Nikki asked. "Only managed to eat half your body weight?
"Boo"s been hit," he said, voice rough. "Trevor hit your dog."
For a moment, Nikki couldn"t breathe. The world seemed to speed up around her, cars streaking along the highway, the wind tossing wet leaves across the lot.
She thought about the raven tattoo on Trevor"s back and wished someone would rip it off along with his skin. She wanted to tear him into a thousand pieces.
She thought about the old pervert on the bus.
I"ll give you the next thing you want, too.
You know where to find me.
"Where"s Boo now?" Nikki asked.
"At the vet. Mom wanted me to drive you over as soon as you got home."
"Why was he outside? Who let him out?"
"Mom came home with groceries. He slipped past her."
"Is he oka-?"
Doug shook his head. "They"re waiting for you before they put him down. They wanted to give ?you a chance to say goodbye."
She wanted to throw up or scream or ?cry, but when she spoke, her voice sounded ?so calm that it unnerved her. "Why? Isn"t there ?anything they can do?"
"Listen, the doctor said they could operate, but ?it"s a couple thousand dollars and you know we can"t ? afford it." Doug"s voice was soft, like he was sorry, ?but she wanted to hit him anyway.
Nikki looked across the lot, but the truck wasn"t ?in front of Trevor"s trailer and his windows were dark. ?"We could make Trevor pay."
Doug sighed. "Not going to happen."
Now she felt tears well in her eyes, but she ?blinked them back. She wouldn"t grieve over Boo. ?She"d save him. "I"m not going anywhere with you."
"You have to, Nikki. Mom"s waiting for you."
"Call her. Tell her I"ll be there in an hour. I"m ?taking the bus." Nikki grabbed the sleeve of ?Doug"s jacket, gripping it as hard as she could. ?"She better not do anything to Boo until I get ?there." Tears slid down her cheek. She ignored ?them, concentrating on looking as fierce as ?possible. "You better not, either."
"Calm down. I"m not going to-" Doug said, but she was already walking away.
Nikki got on the next bus that stopped and scanned the aisles for the old pervert. A woman with two bags of groceries cradled on her lap looked up at Nikki, then abruptly turned away. A man stretched out on the long back seat shifted in his sleep, his fingers curled tightly around a bottle of beer. Three men in green coveralls conversed softly. There was no one else.
Nikki slid into her seat, wrapping her arms around her body as though she could hold in her sobs with sheer pressure. She had no idea what to do. Looking for a weird old guy who could grant wishes was pathetic. It was sad and stupid.
If there was some way to get the money, things might be different. She thought of all the stuff in the trailer that could be sold, but it didn"t add up to a thousand dollars. Even sticking her hand into the till at The Sweet Tooth was unlikely to net more than a few hundred.
Outside the window, the strip malls and motels slid together in her tear-blurred vision. Nikki thought of the day she"d found Boo by the side of the road, dehydrated and b.l.o.o.d.y. With all those bite marks, she figured his owners had been fighting him against other dogs, but when he saw her he bounded up as dumb and sweet and trusting as if he"d been pampered since he was a puppy. If he died, nothing would ever be fair again.
The bus stopped in front of a churchyard, the doors opened, and the old guy got on. He wore a suit of shiny sharkskin and carried a cane with a silver greyhound instead of a k.n.o.b. He still stank of rotten eggs, though. Worse than ever.
Nikki sat up straight, wiping her face with her sleeve. "Hey."
He looked over at her as though he didn"t know her. "Excuse me?"
"I"ve been looking for you. I need your help."
Sitting down in the seat across the aisle, he unb.u.t.toned the bottom b.u.t.ton on his jacket. "That"s magic to my ears."
"My dog." Nikki sank her fingernails into the flesh of her palm to keep herself calm. "Someone hit my dog and he"s going to die?.?.?."
His face broke into a wrinkled grin. "And you want him to live. Like I"ve never heard that one before."
He was making fun of her, but she forced a smile. "So you"ll do it."
He shook his head. "Nope."
"What do you mean? Why not?"
A long sigh escaped his lips, like he was already tired of the conversation. "Let"s just say that it"s not in my nature."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
He shifted the cane in his lap and she noticed that what she had thought of as a greyhound appeared to have three silver heads. He scowled at her, like a teacher when you missed an obvious answer and he knew you hadn"t done the reading. "You have to give me something to get something."
"I"ve got forty bucks," she said, biting her lip. "I don"t want to do any s.e.x stuff."
"I am not entirely without sympathy." He shrugged his thin shoulders. "How about this-I will wager my services against something of yours. If you can beat me at any contest of your choosing, your dog will be well and you"ll owe me nothing."
"Really? Any contest?" she asked.
He held out his hand. "Shake on it and we"ve got a deal."
His skin was warm and dry in her grip.