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Show 127 "God no, I'd freeze to death." Of course she wasn't going swimming, they would be gone. Steven moved closer, thought to pull her from that bed. Instead he sat down on it. "Sara," he said, "I've been thinking." "What about, Stevie?" "You're young." "Twenty-two. Old enough to know what I'm doing." "There are a lot of places you haven't been." "I left home when I was sixteen." "A lot of things you haven't done." "They kicked me out, more or less." "You're too young to let a thing like this get to you." "Funny thing though, they still send me money." "You should go someplace else." Sara became silent, her face expressionless. Steven looked away from her, started to pick up the book she had been reading, but then, not knowing what to do with it, sat it back down. "This is my home now," she said. "But Nick, he treats you like shit." "He likes to act tough." "But the way he talks to you, the things he says. And all that crap about cockfights next summer for the tourists. He'll never get to next summer, don't you see. Some other crazy thing will come |