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The climb is pretty easy. Ramona slips once but catches herself. She asks what exactly
they’re doing and Mason tells her to shut up, but he sounds uncertain too, and Emmy starts to
feel itchy and agitated. They hoist themselves onto a ledge at the top of ladder, Mason gripping
Emmy’s hand and forearm, pulling her up behind him. They sit. They catch their breath.
Emmy can see the interstate and the flashing colored lights of Gold Club gentleman’s
club. A back street that dead ends into a Baptist church. The scent of the drive-in doesn’t reach
this high. Instead it smells like rain and gas fumes from the traffic roaring by, looping the city,
their taillights melting into a red-yellow stream.
“It’s sort of beautiful,” says Kevin. No one answers. Mason pulls the pill bottle from his
pocket and Emmy hears him crunching. She turns her head as far as she can in either direction,
scanning the panorama, back and forth, back and forth, until her vision blurs and the world tilts
and she remembers spinning in the front yard of her first house, hands clasped around her sister
Wendy’s, both of them leaned back, their faces the only clear thing in a nauseous swirl. Kevin
grabs her shoulder, and she lists to one side, bumping shoulders with Mason. “Stop it,” Kevin
says. Emmy tries to remember if Kevin has any brothers or sisters. Which direction his house is.
Water hangs in the air and sinks into their clothes, clings to Emmy’s eyelashes.
Without talking about it they start back down, Kevin going first and complaining of
stomach cramps, Emmy following behind, then Mason, then Ramona. The rain picks up as they
climb, and Emmy worries about Mason, who’s gone glass-eyed and wobbly.
Ten feet from the bottom Emmy feels a reverb through the ladder and hears Kevin’s land
with a yelp. “Shit,” she says. She wonders if the fall will make him puke and climbs down a few
more rungs then jumps, landing beside him. “Are you ok?”