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Show 60 Jacob into a wall, so Jacob goes after him: The one to his right looks just like me-thin, tall, and seems like he doesn't know his next move. That saps the nervousness out of my bones. I hit him in the face-a graceless, rookie jab in that flat area to the left side of the mouth that they always go for in the movies, which is supposed to make people fall over with no blood. He doesn't fall or bleed, but the punch otherwise feels good. He looks surprised. I move fast to his left as if I am going to move out of the picture, and then I hit him again on the side of his face. And then again, with my elbow. Someone grabs my shoulders and throws me into the wall. I hear my shoulder blades collide with brick. Then someone yells, Cops! and instead of getting my ass kicked, I am the first body shoved out of the way as my assailant moves for the exit. I look back at the guy I punched. He puts his hand to his mouth, which is bleeding, and then to his eye. His contact came loose and it is sitting on his bloody hand like Charon's boat on the river to Hades. I start to wonder if he even knew the guy Jacob was fighting. Jacob pushes me through the corridor and out the door where Kylie is waiting. There are police cars on the side of the street all the way down the block. Broken triangles of glass reflect on the sidewalk. I pick up a piece and put it in my pocket. We walk up the street as if we are bystanders who just happen to be out for a walk. Jacob tells me I need to be ready to move in case someone approaches, and I am. |