Aug 30, 2017
@mousekateer
It’s hot, but not the kind of wet heat they got used to in Vietnam. Joker’s mom froze orange juice the day before and he’s licking carefully at a homemade popsicle in the shade under the tree in the back yard. He shifts a little and his arm bumps Cowboy’s shoulder.
He doesn’t often voice the more sensitive thoughts that come tripping through his head, but maybe it’s heatstroke or brainfreeze or just that his impulse control is dangerously low, because he licks a dribble of juice off the back of his hand and says, lightly, “I wish you didn’t have to leave.”
