Ride Steady(9)

Done with that, he moved through the house and nabbed whatever he could that was worth something, including the jug of change his father was always filling. He even emptied his dad’s wallet.

He put everything in the car he’d bought for five hundred dollars and Linus had helped him fix up. He then strode to Linus’s mailbox and shoved in his letter. Across the street and down to Mrs. Heely’s, he shoved her letter in hers.

Ready, he got in his car.

One more thing to do before he went and he was going to do it.

So he drove to Swedish Medical Center.

He knew why he’d snapped with his dad. Mr. Robinson was out that day and word got around. It shouldn’t have. It was no one’s business. But it did.

The man had lost a kid the day before. His wife, pregnant, had a stillborn baby.

And Carson thought that sucked. It sucked so huge, he couldn’t get it out of his head.

That shouldn’t happen to anyone, but never to a man like Mr. Robinson. If gossip was true, and he figured it was, they’d been trying for a while and getting nowhere.

And that was wrong. It proved the universe was f*cked.

Because outside of Linus, Carson knew no man who’d be a better dad.

So it sucked worse for Mr. Robinson and the dead kid he lost.

Carson should have come out stillborn. Mr. Robinson’s baby should have come out bawling so he could have all Mr. Robinson had to give, which was a lot.

He went into the hospital, found where they did the baby stuff, and it took a while—nurses and doctors and other folks giving him looks as he hung around—but finally, he saw Mr. Robinson walk out of a room. He had his head down. Even if Carson couldn’t fully see his face, he could still see the man looked wrecked.

Carson gritted his teeth.

Suddenly, Mr. Robinson’s head came up. He stopped dead right there in the hall when he saw Carson.

Carson put everything into his face. Everything he felt for the man. Everything he felt for the man’s dead kid, who wouldn’t get a lifetime of knowing just how f*cking lucky he was to have the seed that made him.

Then he lifted up his hand, palm out, and kept it there.

Mr. Robinson didn’t move except to lift his hand the same way.

But Carson saw his eyes were wet.

He’d give him that. Any man before him, Carson’d think that was weak because his father taught him a long time ago just how weak it was for a man to cry.

He’d been seven when he’d learned that lesson, a lesson delivered with a lit cigarette.

It was not the first or the last time his father had used that method to deliver a lesson, but he’d not even so much as teared up since.

But Mr. Robinson made it different.

He made it strong.

Carson nodded once, dropped his hand, turned on his boot, and walked away.

*

In the hospital parking garage, he was opening the door to his car, thanking Christ he got that fake ID, which would mean he could rent a hotel room, when he heard a familiar female voice say, “Carson?”

His body locked, all except his head, which swiveled.

And he saw Carissa Teodoro coming his way.

Cute little skirt. Cute little top. Cute little cardigan. Cute little ankle boots. Tights on her slim legs. Honey ringlets bouncing on her shoulders. Eyes aimed direct at him.

But the instant she got a look at his face, she rushed to him, skidding to a stop on the opposite side of his door.

“Oh my God!” she cried. “Are you okay?”

Not her.

Anyone could see him like this but not her.

In the halls, after his dad went at him, he’d avoid her. Skip the classes they had together.

But there she was.

Fuck.

When he said nothing, she asked, “Are you…?” she looked toward the hospital then to him. “Are you going in to get checked out?”

“Did already,” he lied. “I’m good.”

“You sure?” she kept at him. “You look like you need an ice pack.”

“I do,” he told her truthfully.

“Didn’t they give you one?”

He lied again, “I’ll get one when I get home.”

She stared at him and he had a weird feeling she knew he was lying.

It wasn’t like they didn’t speak.

She said “hey” whenever she’d catch his eyes.

She’d tripped down the stairs when she was a sophomore and he was close so he caught her. She’d laughed, told him she was a klutz, and thanked him for saving her from taking a header. In return, he’d told her it was no problem then he took off.