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Show All the Variables & Other Love Stories 83 "Get your ass down here so I can kick it," Travis yelled at the roof. "Rock on," Feste said to Anthony, "Fisticuffs!" Feste and Travis were exchanging fat mouths on the front lawn when the abandoned lot next door started glowing. It filled with a pillar of translucent light, milky and blue as rare agate, and Anthony couldn't tell if the light came from the ground or the sky. Everyone stood in the street and watched the light until it expanded in all directions and burst like a soap bubble and was gone. Travis said, "What was that?" but no one knew, and he suggested someone might want to check it out. Feste shrugged, "Better you than me." So Travis pushed his way through the bushes and milkweed stalks until he could no longer be seen from the street, and after waiting several minutes with no report, Feste walked into the abandoned lot as well, and several minutes later, Anthony followed too. Anthony found Feste standing in the middle of the wreckage looking lost or maybe just confused. "Where's Travis?" Anthony asked. Feste didn't know. He rubbed his swollen mouth and said, "Who gives a shit? He must've left." In the sky overhead: a shooting star. Anthony asked why people were waiting in line, but no one seemed to know. They just saw a line and got in it. Anthony followed the line through the living room, down the hall, and into the kitchen, where it ended at a broom closet. Inside, he found Lindsay on her knees. |
