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lying squashed in there, trying to open it up by himself which turned out to be quite difficult, frankly said impossible so that he had to wait for them to come back. Then he hollered, shyly at first and then louder and when he was screaming his lungs out, the trunk door finally opened and Stef’s face appeared and all she said was “Jesus Christ, you are such a child”, helped him out of there, shut the door closed, got in the car and drove away, high speed, while Riley could still hear the penetrating sound of their laughter. He was left alone, a freezing wind blowing around his head; and not knowing where he was, he felt even sadder and all he could do was setting one foot in front of the other, trying to make his way back home. He came back at four in the morning, his clothes and shoes being soaked from the rain pouring from the sky. He lay in his bed, not caring about his wet clothes, just for being woken up three hours later from the ringing of his alarm clock. It was seven o’clock, the time when he always got up, every single day of the week. He went to the window, looked at Stef’s house across the street where the lights were still dark. So they were still sleeping, he thought, walking into the bathroom. He felt like he was going to be sick, threw in a couple of aspirins and observed his face in the mirror. Haven’t changed much since grade four, he thought brushing his teeth, watching the white foam running in a little thread down his chin. He was standing by the window when the door to Stef’s house swung open, Stef herself stepping outside only wearing her underwear and a long T-Shirt, followed by Dan. She looked up and saw him staring at her, waved her hand as if she had forgotten last night. “Come here!” she shouted. Riley nodded, threw him-
self in a fresh shirt and ran down the stairs. When he arrived at her garden fence, she leaned across and kissed him on his cheek, the same cheek she had slapped a few years ago. “What are you up to?” she asked in an amicable tone. “Not much”, he said, adapting to her way of speaking. “I heard your mum was baking last night…” she looked at him, her glance demanding in an attractive way. “Yeah”, Riley muttered, “she did some kind of chocolate cake.” “Don’t you want to go and get us some?” she asked, looking to her right side down the street for only less than a second. “Now?” he asked. “Now”, she said, pushing him away from the fence so that he stumbled into the street and he didn’t even have the time to see the car coming from the right, the old reddish pick-up truck that was coming up the road and he didn’t see that it was Stef’s dad driving, coming home after a long drunk night in Meagan’s Pub. He just felt nothing. Stef was standing there, Dan’s arm around her waist watching Riley flying through the air and then she turned to Dan, kissed him and said: “I would really love to taste that chocolate cake Mrs Haley has made, don’t you too?” Dan just stood there and all he did was nodding with his head but not because he fancied the chocolate cake but because of Riley falling and all he did then was passing out, right into the rose bush behind him.
Die erste Ausgabe der NAKT Neue Aargauer Kantizeitung Troubadour