“But if this kid’s the only one who knows about Maxxie, then why don’t you just meet him with Maxxie?” said Eloise, not understanding.
Selah smiled. “Haven’t you seen The Godfather?” said Selah. Eloise shook her head no.
“Didn’t you even read the book?”
No, she hadn’t.
”The Godfather does not give orders to her capos,” said Selah. “The Godfather speaks with her consigliare. The consigliare speaks to the capos. The capos tell their foot soldiers what the deal is. The foot soldiers do not speak to me. I speak only to my consigliare. As far as the capos are concerned their Godfather is that freshman who just passed them a pack of product to split and deliver to the Factory, and whatever he says, goes. That’s the spaded way.”
Maxxie was driving. He usually drove. You scanned the FM stations relentlessly, barely letting one singer get a full bar out before you cut them off, replacing them with crashing drums, then airy meoldic breathing, hip hop’s finest, reggaeton, then you gave up. Putting it, like you always do, to AM 440, community radio. Paloma and the Sad Sacks were playing a Weezer cover, so I know it was Thursday, and I know it was sometime after three, but well before seven. Open Mic Open Hours at WXRQ.
Last week we’d had the third snow of the season, and we were pushing our way through the slush that remained from it and its predecessors. Our minds were focused on the new year. All the homework we’d been assigned was focused on a new year. All the music we practiced together was for our celebration of the new year.
And you, you were in love with the idea of this new year. Change, you said, is for living beings. Adapt or die! Adapt, or die.
selah, maxxie, eloise, and the doctor
For those tuning in, this is the news of the threes, that’s right Pontomic, on the threes, thirteens, twenty threes, thirty threes, and so on, check in on CHANNEL 3, KWQR AM RADIO for local news. Today we bring you the tragic update on the incident at the creek this past Saturday.
Paloma Swoe, born Pontomic, 19__; died Pontomic Creek, this afternoon, age 17. This has been the only under-18 casualty for Pontomic in 2003. The precise motive of her death has yet to be disclosed. Eyewitness accounts have been contradictory thus far; they vary between the victim falling from the tracks above the creek, being pushed by her companion, and her jumping. Authorities are questioning all members involved in the incident, keeping several alleged members of The Spades back for several citations, and Chief Whickam has asked for the town to “give the family the space and respect they deserve and need.” Our condolences go out to Tasha and Anthony Swoe, as well as their remaining children: Marisol, age 14, and Alevir, age 9.
[Selah scrubs a pair of white sneakers with a toothbrush. A bottle of shoe bleaching cream sits next to her. She and Maxxie sit on the grass behind the bleachers. The sounds of football practice are heard on the field. Maxxie smokes a cigarette. In the ten minutes that Selah’s been talking, he’s opened, read, and closed again in its cootie catcher pattern a note he’s written to Nuri—a JV cheerleader—at least four times. He hasn’t given it to her yet. He’s checking it over.]
mmmm i liked this one. i’m a few days behind because of travels, but back on track!