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The old man holds the laptop out towards Oscar.
Both Oscar and I are frozen. Neither of us know what’s going on, what to do.
Eyes still on me and not on Oscar, the old man waves the laptop up and down and says, presumably to Oscar, “Take it.”
Oscar looks at me for permission. Confused, I nod. Oscar grabs hold of the laptop.
“Be on your way, boys,” says the old man. “And be careful. Next time you might not meet someone who hates cops as much as I do.”
He then unlocks the classroom door and reaches for the trash can inside.
Oscar and I start backing away from the cart, as the old man continues to do his job.
“Thanks,” I say.
The old man ignores us.
We run out of the building.
23
Twyla
Both Oscar and I are super paranoid as we walk on the sidewalk back to my car. After all, what we’re wearing makes us stick out like two big-ass sore thumbs. We keep looking over our shoulders, looking all around us.
I see my car just a few yards away.
But I suddenly heara voice to my left: “Nash?”
Oscar and I turn our heads and see a short-haired Asian American girl, probably in her early twenties, a pink backpack slung over her shoulders, coming towards us.
She asks me, “It’s Nash, right?”
“No,” I automatically say.
But then my brain kicks in. It tells me that this case of mistaken identity (why does this keep happening?) is perhaps an opportunity.
I laugh. “Just kidding. Yeah, I’m Nash.”
“Thought so.”
I squint a bit, pretending to jog my memory. “I’m sorry. I forgot where I met you.”
She smirks. “We met at Perpetual Sunset.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s right. Perpetual Sunset.”
She says, “So you’ve never seen my whole face. So no need to be sorry. I mean,Iwasn’t sure if it was you or not.”
“Huh?”
“I mean, neither of us totally recognize each other now because we’ve never seen each other’s entire faces.”
I’m guessing she’s talking about some kind of bar or club or something, and it’s really dark in there.
I nod my head as if I know exactly. “Right, right.”
“Maybe this will help you remember.” She reaches out and runs the palm of her hand across my chest, slowly, seductively. Then she glides her hand down to my stomach and then even lower, pulling back right before reaching my crotch.
