Regan Wolfrom - After The Fires Went Out - Coyote

At least something’s going right around here.

Today is Thursday, January 3rd.

Fiona has been with the red-haired girl since we got back. Last night they moved the girl up to Fiona’s bedroom, and Fiona slept on the floor on an air mattress we’d had from happier times, when Marc Tremblay would show up drunk, or when Ant would kick Matt out of their room for his “Ant-on-Ant” time.

The girl hasn’t spoken. We don’t know her name.

She has smiled at Fiona a few times, as if to thank her, and each time I’ve seen it happen Fiona’s face brightens and she looks like she just won the lottery.

And I think it makes her a little less angry with me for killing Rasheed.

I tried to talk to Sara again today, about us, or about anything, really, and she shut me down right away.

I just needed her to be my best friend again. Just for a few minutes.

That wasn’t going to happen.

So I checked my pockets to see how many tablets I had left. I’d hide in my room after dinner and I’d find a way to cope.

But I didn’t have the little plastic baggie.

I realized that I hadn’t had it since before Christmas. Since Kayla had caught me.

I found her outside checking the water in the chicken coop.

“I need you to not lie to me, Kayla,” I said.

“Okay…you’re old and bald.”

“Did you take my pills?”

“Your heart pills?”

“Come one…you know which pills.”

She gave me a little shove on my shoulders. “Took you awhile. You obviously weren’t using them very often.”

“Why would you take them from me? You could have asked for one.”

“You have quite a few, don’t you…”

“Why did you take them, Kayla?”

“You never did anything like that when you were in school, Baptiste? Taken the pretty girl’s scarf so you’d have a reason for her to come and find you?”

“I’m not that pretty.”

She chuckled. “I know you’re not. Old and bald, remember?” She grabbed my left hand. “But I like you, Baptiste. You know that.”

“This isn’t a joke?”

“No joke.”

“Well…okay then…but I’m still pissed at you for stealing my drugs.”

“I’ll give them back,” she said. She stuck her right hand in her pocket.

“You don’t need to do that. I have another bag.”

“That’s good. ‘Cause I think I may have lost them.”

“Please tell me you’re joking.”

“Still…no joke…”

“Fuck, Kayla…we can’t just have that stuff lying around.”

“Yeah…sorry…anything I can do to make it up to you?”

“Help me find the goddamn pills.”

She pouted a little, as though she’d thought that would be the end of it. Then she gathered up a few eggs from the nesting boxes and we went inside to search her room.

It felt a little weird, since it’s Fiona’s room, too. The best way to admire teenage girls is to do it from afar. If you spend too much time in their bedroom you’ll realize just how ridiculous they are.

I searched Kayla’s side, while she checked under Fiona’s bed, behind Fiona’s desk.

“Should I search her drawers?” she asked.

“I don’t see why,” I said. “She’d tell someone if she found some pills.”

“You don’t know teenagers.”

“I had a teenager.”

“Oh, right…”

“They’re not here. So you dropped them somewhere else in the house, or somewhere outside…”

“They could be anywhere.”

“Shit.”

I heard a knock on the door.

The door was already open, and I saw Matt peering inside with his stupid Matt smirk. “What are you guys doing?” he asked.

“Something private,” I said.

“Sounds hot…”

“Shut up, Matt,” Kayla said.

“Kinda looks like you’re looking for something,” he said.

“Don’t you have work to do?” I asked.

“I’m done my work…I’m ready and willing to help you find those little pills with the maple leafs on them.”

I had to groan. “Great…just great.”

“They’re your pills, Baptiste? You’re a tabber?”

“What the fuck is a tabber?”

“Oh…sorry…I’ll translate that into old man…a ‘drug addict’.”

“I’m going to kick your ass, Matt.”

“No,” Kayla said, “I’m going to handle this one.” She walked over to the door. “Give me the pills, Matt.”

“What’ll you give me for them?”

She shoved him against the wall. “Give me the pills.”

“Easy, Kayla…calm down already.”

“Just give me the pills.”

“I don’t have them.”

“You swallowed ‘em without even knowing what they are?”

“As if I don’t know…you think I’ve never seen Bronson and Zach’s maple leaf soda before?”

“Well that was all I had,” I said. “And you just used them. You piece of shit.”

Matt laughed. “Nice try, Baptiste. I know you’ve got more of those hidden somewhere. You found their lab and some huge stash.”

“You really are an idiot.”

“Sometimes…but not this time. I know what I’m talking about. The Walker boys used to make unregulated E with maple leafs on them…they had a lab somewhere outside town…Bronson Walker heads off to Montreal for some kind of business and never makes it home…and meanwhile, no one seems to have found the lab…”

“But Zach Walker was still here,” Kayla said. “What kept him from coming and cleaning out this giant stash?”

“Maybe Zach didn’t know where the lab was…or maybe he was going to go but couldn’t figure out a way to get past our gates…”

“Maybe you’ve swallowed too many pills,” I said.

“Whatever Baptiste…I know what I know…”

“Not all that much,” Kayla said.

“Whatever,” Matt said again.

He gave another smirk and left down the hallway.

Kayla came back in and sat down on her bed. “Is this as big a mess as I think it is?”

“I’m not sure,” I said. “The problem is that Matt’s ass is directly attached to Justin’s prick, so…”

“Come on, Baptiste…that homophobe shit again…”

“I’m old and out of touch, Kayla. You should have heard the things my grandma would say about black people…”

“ Your grandma?”

“Yes…my Scottish grandma…she taught me all about Drambuie, black pudding and how to not trust the darkies. I was a confused teenager…”

Kayla grinned. “You always know how to make me feel better.” She tapped on the bed beside her. “Come sit.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I said.

“Just close the door first…then come sit…”

“I don’t think so.”

“What is it? I don’t understand.”

“What about Sara?”

“I’m not interested in a threesome. Not today, anyway…”

“I’m serious. We’re still together.”

“You could have fooled me.”

“Come on.”

“Sorry,” she said. “Just sit down and talk to me…”

“Maybe later, okay?”

“Yeah…sure…”

“No…really, Kayla. Later.”

She nodded and stood up. “Later, Baptiste. And when you pull your next batch out of that secret drug stash of yours…save some for us to try out together.”