Dating dancing cowgirl
The same substance he’d disdained in college—all three colleges he’d attended, starting with Michigan and ending with Bates, and not even a degree to show for any of it after seven chaotic years. She’d insisted that they go out and enjoy the lovely summer evening; she’d even thought to make a reservation for them at Mombo. & T., even though the tonic had been borderline flat. The noise level was atrocious, but after a while you got used to it.
They’d been headed to the outlets in Kittery to stock up on jeans, and maybe see if the Puma store had got in the shoes she’d seen in an ad earlier that summer. “Turn that off,” the cop had said of the music on the car radio, as Bree, not Heidi, complied with his request to see the car’s registration, since Heidi kept gagging, as if she were finishing her last round of chemo.
Through Donna’s binoculars, which she had used to watch birds, Bradley could clearly see their old house.
Maybe it was a little maudlin, but he liked watching his old home disappear into the darkness every night, and he liked equally well the interior lights on either side of the second story that came on at dusk and remained lit until 10 .
” Bree asked Sterne.“Want to tell me why your friend started off then stopped dead? Compounded by the fact that Heidi was currently outside the car, retching. That, and the year before she’d been on academic probation for physically fighting with another girl.
” he asked.“Because a squirrel ran across the road,” Bree said. Everything put Heidi in a tailspin, which was her way of insuring that she wouldn’t have to take the blame for whatever had gone wrong: another girl threatening to attack Heidi for having stolen her boyfriend; the produce manager at the market irately insisting that she help him pick up the bin of mushrooms she’d sideswiped with her elbow. Plus, she had an unpaid speeding ticket and had been cited in June for throwing a Coke can out of a car window.