Lost Boys Read Free

affectionately, "Step, when you say 'Thank you for your concern' it always sounds like you're just accidently leaving off the word butthead."
    "I wasn't being sarcastic," said Step. "Everybody always thinks I'm being sarcastic when I'm not."
    "I wouldn't know," said DeAnne. "I've never been there when you weren't being sarcastic."
    "You think you know too much, Fish Lady"
    "You don't know anywhere near enough, Junk Man."
    He kissed her. "Give me a minute and I'll be ready to put our Betsy Wetsy doll back in her place."
    He heard her muttering as she went back to her door: "Her name is Elizabeth." He grinned.
    Step got back to wiping down Betsy's seat.
    "I didn't even hear that cop come up," said Stevie.
    "Cop?" asked Robbie.
    "Go back to sleep, Road Bug," said Step.
    "Did we get a ticket, Daddy?" asked Robbie.
    "He just wanted to make sure we were all right," said Step.
    "He wanted us to move our butts out of here," said Stevie.
    "Step!" said DeAnne.
    "It was Stevie who said it, not me," said Step.
    "He wouldn't talk that way if he didn't learn it from you," said DeAnne.
    "Is he still there?" asked Step.
    Stevie half-stood in order to see over the junk on the back deck. "Yep," he said.
    "I didn't hear him either," said Step. "I just turned around and there he was."
    "What if it wasn't a cop and you just turned around and it was a bad guy?" asked Stevie.
    "He gets his morbid imagination from you," said DeAnne.
    "Nobody would do anything to us out on the open highway like this where anybody passing by could see."
    "It's dark," said Stevie. "People drive by so fast."
    "Well, nothing happened," said DeAnne, rather testily. "I don't like talking about things like that."
    "If it was a bad guy Daddy would've popped him one in the nose!" said Robbie.
    "Yeah, right," said Step.
    "Daddy wouldn't let anything bad happen," said Robbie.
    "That's right," said DeAnne. "Neither would Mommy."
    "The seat's clean," said Step. "And the belt's as clean as it's going to get in this lifetime."
    "I'll bring her around."
    "Climb over!" cried Betsy merrily, and before DeAnne could grab her, she had clambered through the gap between the bucket seats. She buckled her own seat belt, looked up at Step, and grinned.
    "Well done, my little Wetsy doll." He leaned in and kissed her forehead, then closed the door and got back in to the driver's seat. The cop was still behind them, which made him paranoid about making sure he didn't do anything wrong. He signaled. He drove just under the speed limit. The last thing they needed was a court date in some out-of-the-way Kentucky town.
    "How much farther to Frankfort?" asked DeAnne.
    "Maybe half an hour, probably less," said Step.
    "Oh, I must have slept a long way."
    "An hour maybe."
    "You're such a hero to drive the whole way," she said.
    "Give me a medal later," he said.
    "I will."
    He turned the stereo back up a little. Everybody might have been asleep again, it was so quiet in the car.
    Then Stevie spoke up.
    "Daddy, if it was a bad guy, would you pop him one?"
    What was he supposed to say -- Yessiree, my boy I'd pop him so hard he'd be wearing his nose on the back of his head for the rest of his life? Was that what was needed, to make Stevie feel safe? To make him proud of his father? Or should he tell the truth -- that he had never hit anyone in anger in his life, that he had never hit a living soul with a doubled- up fist.
    No, my son, my approach to fighting has always been to make a joke and walk away, and if they wouldn't let me go, then I ran like hell.
    "It depends," said Step.
    "On what?"
    "On whether I thought that popping him would make things better or worse."
    "Oh."
    "I mean, if he's a foot taller than me and weighs three hundred pounds and has a tire iron, I think popping him wouldn't be a good idea. I think in a case like that I'd be inc lined to offer him my wallet so he'd go away."
    "But what if he wanted to murder us all?"
    DeAnne spoke up without turning her head out of her pillow. "Then your