Her eyes flew open. Rafael towered over her, glaring. “Hey,” she said. “Jerk.” God, he could have given her a heart attack. She wanted to get back to her dream; she hadn’t been there in so long. The tree house. Stan. For a few seconds they were kids again. Before everything changed. When they were happy. Playing Go Fish, drinking Bud Light, smoking Camel cigarettes. Rafael screamed at her in Spanish, and, when she didn’t respond, he switched to English. He was furious that she had snuck off to meet Grace last night. Carrie Ann grabbed her blanket back and held it up to her chin. “I am to be by your side, always,” Rafael said. “He isn’t going to like this.” Carrie Ann didn’t like the look Rafael got in his eyes sometimes. She got up and brushed past him, and headed for the coffee pot. “I think you need to get a few things straight, Rafael. I know he is your friend and all, but this was my idea. He is going along with my plan, and you are not my shadow nor my bodyguard.”
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