closer to his face so he can read the headlines.
He takes a huge bite of his burger, filling his cheeks. âWhat is it?â
âItâs about your dream. Clyde Barrow actually had a fellow gang member named Ralph.â
âOh yeah?â He dabs a stack of fries into his ketchup and bites the ends off. âArenât you going to eat?â
âIn a sec. This is important.â I glance over at the skateboarder to make sure heâs not listening. Heâs holding a paperback, his eyes focused on his novel. I lean forward, pushing my tray to the side. âWhat Iâm trying to say is that I think your dream wasnât a dream at all, but an actual replay of a robbery that Clyde Barrow and Ralph Fults pulled off back in the 1930s.â
Two guys walk past us laughing loudly, temporarily sidetracking Jackâs attention. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. âCool. What are the chances of that?â
I resist the urge to reach over and shake him. âDonât you get it?â I snap, impatient for him to comprehend the magnitude of my revelation. âYour dream wasnât a coincidence. I think that when we touched the slugs, weââI lean forward so only he can hear me ââunleashed the spirits of Bonnie and Clyde into our bodies. Your dream proves it.â I watch, waiting for the light to go on.
Jack has his burger halfway to his mouth, when he stops and looks at me. My irritation must show on my face because he says, âWait. Youâre serious?â
âYes, Iâm serious.â I take a deep breath. Jack is obviously not the perceptive sort. âAnd Iâm freaking out because other weird stuff has happened ever since I took those slugs from my dadâs collection and it has me worried. Really worried.â
âLike what?â He pulls a pickle off his burger and drops it to the side.
âLike lots of things.â I recount the mind movies in which I play the starring role of Bonnie Parker, the southern voice of a woman in my head taunting me, and finally, how an icy pain ran up my arm and settled in my throat when I touched the slugs at the party.
He sips his Coke. âThat was the same time I had my asthma attack, right?â
âRight. Except that maybe it wasnât an asthma attack. Maybeâ¦â I glance at Skater, whoâs still engrossed his book. âMaybe Clyde Barrow inhabited your body right then and was trying to choke you from the inside.â
Jack stares at me, his eyebrows raised high, but I canât tell if his expression is shock, suspicion, or worse, mockery.
âSo⦠what do you think?â I start tugging at my bottom lip again.
He smiles, looking amused. âExactly how much did you have to drink tonight?â
Frustrated by his refusal to take me seriously, my face heats up. âJust that one beer. Come on, Jack. Iâm not joking around!â
He takes a sip of his drink. âOkay, okay. Chill out, will you? First of all, I really did have an asthma attack. I couldnât fake that. But the other stuff you mentioned could be coincidental. Iâll admit my bank-robbing dream seemed authentic, but maybe I saw it on TV or something. Same with you and your Bonnie Parker mind movies.â
I pick up a fry and dip it in the ketchup repeatedly, thinking about his conclusion. I want him to be right more than anything, but the queasiness in my stomach tells me otherwise. âI do watch History Channel a lot.â
âYou see? So stop looking so sad. Unless you wanted us to be possessed by Bonnie and Clyde?â He grabs a handful of fries.
âNo! God, no. Youâre right. Iâve seen the Bonnie and Clyde movie a ton of times. Iâm sure Iâm just imagining things.â I smile. âItâs probably all the pressure Iâm under lately, thatâs all.â
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