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mischievous eyes.
    “Where’s your black threads, Vicks?” she asked in her usual brash voice.
    “Where’re yours?”
    She snorted. “Black panties, hon.” She took a long stride and swung her rump in Vicki’s direction.
    She wore white shorts that hugged her buttocks. A dark triangle and narrow waistband showed through the material.
    “They really are black.”
    “You can see them?” She twisted around and looked for herself. “Well, shitski.”
    “Sexy, too.”
    “Ordered them special. Want me to get you some?”
    “Right. What happens when Mom does the wash?”
    “We’ll get her some, too. Drive your dad crazy with lust.”
    “Please.”
    “We order now, you’ll get them in time for the dance.”
    “Thanks anyway.”
    “Give Henry a treat.”
    “As close as Henry’ll get to my underpants, I could be wearing polka-dot boxer shorts.”
    “Poor guy. I can see he’ll be having a memorable night.”
    “How was your weekend?” Vicki asked, hoping to get away from the subject of Henry.
    “Caught some rays. Aunt Lucy was her usual kick in the head. Wish I’d been here, though. Missed out on all the excitement. Your mom says you blew your chance to see Darlene get planted.”
    “Couldn’t go. No black panties.”
    “We’ll fix that. How about she was giving him head when they wiped out?”
    “You’re kidding. Where’d you hear that?”
    “Thought it was common knowledge.”
    “Nobody told me.”
    Ace halted on the deserted sidewalk, looked all around as if to make sure nobody was within earshot, then bowed her head toward Vicki. “Did you hear she was butt-naked?”
    “Yeah. Cynthia called me Saturday morning. She overheard her mother on the phone with Thelma Clemens. She said Steve got burned to a crisp and Darlene got thrown through the windshield—and how she was naked and how her head got…cut off.”
    “That’s all?” Ace asked.
    From the gleeful look in her eyes, Vicki knew a major detail was missing from Cynthia’s verson. “What?” she asked.
    “Well, I talked to Roger last night and his brother’s best pals with Joey Milbourne. Joey’s supposed to be the guy that found her head. It was way on the other side of the bridge under some bushes? Well, he’s the biggest jerk-off ever to wear a badge, next to Pollock, and maybe he just made this up so he’d have a good story to tell, but he told Roger’s brother that when he found Darlene’s head…” Ace stopped talking and looked around again.
    “Come on.”
    “You sure you haven’t heard this?”
    “Quit goofing around and tell me.”
    “She had Steve’s dick in her mouth.”
    “What?”
    Ace bared her teeth and chomped them together.
    “Holy shit,” Vicki muttered.
    “When she bit it, she really bit it.”
    Vicki cracked up and shoved Ace away from her.
    “What a way to go!” Ace blurted through her own laughter.
    “Makes me hurt,” Vicki gasped.
    “You ain’t even got one.”
    “Well, if I did…”
    “He came and went.”
    “Ace, Ace!” She wiped her eyes. “Stop it!”
    “At least Darlene got a last meal.”
    “Knockwurst!” Vicki squealed. “Hold the sauerkraut!”
    “More of a hot dog from what I heard. More of a cocktail weenie.”
    “Oh, God. Stop it, Ace.”
    “Me?”
    Later, Vicki felt miserable with guilt. It was bad enough to feel no particular sorrow about the demise of her classmates. It seemed unforgivably gross to have joked and laughed hysterically about it.
    During fourth period study hall, she passed a note to Ace. The note said, “He went to St. Peter without his.”
    Ace read it and snorted.
    Mr. Silverstein, who had been busy grading papers, jerked his head up. “Miss Mason, would you like to share with the rest of us?”
    “Nah, I don’t think so.”
    “Is that a note I see clutched in your hand?”
    “Nothing in my hand,” Ace told him. “See?” She blatantly stuffed the note into her mouth, and held up both hands as she began to chew.
    The performance drew