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The
little
wax
fires
sputter
in
the
carpet
.
"
While
we
're
there
,
"
he
says
,
"
we
're
supposed
to
look
for
some
of
those
hepatitis
bugs
,
too
.
"
THE
TEARS
WERE
really
coming
now
,
and
one
fat
stripe
rolled
along
the
barrel
of
the
gun
and
down
the
loop
around
the
trigger
to
burst
flat
against
my
index
finger
.
Raymond
Hessel
closed
both
eyes
so
I
pressed
the
gun
hard
against
his
temple
so
he
would
always
feel
it
pressing
right
there
and
I
was
beside
him
and
this
was
his
life
and
he
could
be
dead
at
any
moment
.
This
was
n't
a
cheap
gun
,
and
I
wondered
if
salt
might
fuck
it
up
.
Everything
had
gone
so
easy
,
I
wondered
.
I
'd
done
everything
the
mechanic
said
to
do
.
This
was
why
we
needed
to
buy
a
gun
.
This
was
doing
my
homework
.
We
each
had
to
bring
Tyler
twelve
driver
's
licenses
.
This
would
prove
we
each
made
twelve
human
sacrifices
.
I
parked
tonight
,
and
I
waited
around
the
block
for
Raymond
Hessel
to
finish
his
shift
at
the
all-night
Korner
Mart
,
and
around
midnight
he
was
waiting
for
a
night
owl
bus
when
I
finally
walked
up
and
said
,
hello
.
Raymond
Hessel
,
Raymond
did
n't
say
anything
.
Probably
he
figured
I
was
after
his
money
,
his
minimum
wage
,
the
fourteen
dollars
in
his
wallet
.
Oh
,
Raymond
Hessel
,
all
twenty-three
years
of
you
,
when
you
started
crying
,
tears
rolling
down
the
barrel
of
my
gun
pressed
to
your
temple
,
no
,
this
was
n't
about
money
.
Not
everything
is
about
money
.
You
did
n't
even
say
,
hello
.
You
're
not
your
sad
little
wallet
.
