A brief, summer storm had carried loose sand down the steep road and left it to dry and bake in a pothole. Joel ran his finger through the sand, flicking cat droppings as his older brother reclined on their lawn’s still-cool grass. An easy, eastern breeze tickled the children’s hair. Ethan squinted an eye and spoke from the side of his mouth.
“I’ll jump it. I don’t care.”
Joel stared at the sand and drew lines into a curse word.
“Yeah, and what if the Perv gets ya?” He dashed the brazen word with a swipe.
“More exciting than this.” Ethan switched his squinting eye and sat up.
“ ’Sides, I can outrun that fat bastard easy.”
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