James moved to the window as soon as Abigail shut the door. Her mother was yelling at her before they even got to the car. First she was selfish, then she was a slut. Then she was pregnant because James was bad news. That seemed to take the cake. Her mother only stopped when she realized Abigail had picked up one of the big rocks at the base of the mailbox post. The windshield went first—at least the passenger’s side—and before her mother could come around the car to stop her, it was the passenger-side windows, first the front, then the back. They both stopped now as Abigail held the rock overhead, aimed at the rear window. But then her mother made the mistake of claiming Abigail wouldn’t dare.
Sitting in his dad’s chair, James couldn’t guess when was the next time he and Abigail would be able to sneak over to his place like this, but one thing he was sure of was that he could never say Abigail didn’t care.