As a fragile thing
Who might shatter
Or shatter the world
If she spoke one word.
eighteen
Harper Apple
MrD: I hope you have more for me this week.
BadApple: Working on it…
MrD: So, what did you do this week?
BadApple: I went 2 their house 2 spy on them
MrD: Really?
MrD: What did you see?
I quickly fill him in on the house next door, since that’s something anyone could see. Well, anyone who got into their neighborhood. I tell him about the burned out shell, and how I hid there to look through their windows.
MrD: Again, what did you see?
I chew at my lip, feeling dirty and gross for telling an old man about what I saw, but knowing I have to tell him something. The whole reason I went there was to get something for him, after all. And it’s not like I owe them loyalty. They’re not my friends.
BadApple: I saw them having sex.
MrD: Who?
BadApple: The twins
MrD: With each other?
He adds a winking face, which makes me gag a little.
BadApple: No
BadApple: W/ a girl
MrD: The same girl?
I swallow hard, resistance building inside me. This is very personal information. But then, if he wanted to know their position on the football field, he’d just look it up online. He wants me to tell him things no one else can. Things no one else knows about.
MrD: At the same time, or were they taking turns?
BadApple: Is that really relevant?
MrD: I ask questions. You answer.
BadApple: I just dont c how this has anything 2 do with your Swans club
MrD: Are you having second thoughts about this arrangement?
BadApple: no