Raven asks. “Street Glide.” “It’s different from the others I’ve seen. How many do you have?” She’s sitting on the back of my bike, trailing her fingers across the saddle. I can’t help but think how perfect she looks sitting there. “About a dozen.” “All Harleys?” “No. I got a few sport bikes – Kawasaki, Ducati, Suzuki.” “Yeah, that’s all French to me.” “Don’t worry. I’ll teach you everything I know.” “I wanna learn how to ride.” “Slide down. I’ll show you the basics.” She squeals excitedly and scoots down, placing her hands on the handle bars. I explain the gauges and show her how to start it. I glance up and Lonnie is staring at us with a scowl. Razor told me about their little conversation, so I know she’s pissed. Raven touches my arm to get my attention. “Gage?” “Gimme a sec. I’m gonna go talk to your sister.” Lonnie’s expression changes as I approach. She bites her lip and stares up at me hopefully. I pull her aside to get a little privacy.
