My two best friends the summer I was fourteen were Sarah and Billie. Sarah and I were at Billie's house and we were getting ready to walk down to the deli for a soda one hot saturday. In the family room, Billie's dad stopped her and asked where she was off to and when he saw she had on makeup he started yelling and calling her names. What is that shit you have on your face he screamed, you look like a whore. Sarah and I froze. Billie stood silent for a moment in the blast of his words, then ran. Sarah and I fled with her out the back door and we didn't stop for two blocks. No one said anything. When we hit the deli, we bought some candy bars and a couple a sodas. Sarah and I kept the owner busy while Billie got a pack of smokes from the vending machine.
We traipsed over the to elementary school and sat against the wall in the shade, eating and smoking.
"Someday my real dad is gonna come get me," Billie said.
"I know," I answered.
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