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Show 149 none existed? Was it a criminal urge, a hunger quite apart from his feelings for Dyna? Was it normal, this desire to test his limits against society's even if it meant breaking the law? Maybe Dyna was an excuse, a mere justification, had he considered that? "Do you always know why you do something, Glotz?" Parker asked out of the blue. They were on the Boulevard and 45th now, close to where Jeff lived. "Most of the time, sure. I knew what I was doing when I got picked up and put in the DT. I just didn't care." Parker was rarely 100% sure about his own motives and he doubted if Glotz was either. "I'll pray for you," Jeff said glumly as he got out of the pickup, "if I can get anybody to listen." Parker laughed. At home, he was relieved to see his mother's car wasn't in the garage yet. Good. He wouldn't have to explain where he'd been. They were all so routine-bound at his house, he could never step out of line unnoticed. What he was considering-well-it went beyond "stepping out of line," he knew that. Parker poured himself a tall glass of orange juice at the fridge, realizing suddenly how much he'd missed Dyna in the last thirty-two hours. Starting last September, she'd definitely infringed on his territory. He was perfectly happy being a loner, back then. |
