Cash whips his head in Wilder’s direction. “What?”
“I propped my yearbook up on a pillow and had at it,” Wilder continues as Cash’s face falls.
“You what?”
Wilder nods. “Wow, it felt really good to get that off my chest.”
“How old were you?” Cash asks.
“I don’t know,” Wilder says with a shrug.
Cash crosses his arms and looks out the window, miffed.
This is not how this game was supposed to go. Wilder said to keep it strictly to topics that didn’t cause issues.
And here he is, causing issues.
“Truth or Dare, Blondie?” Wilder says.
I shake my head. “Truth.”
In the rearview mirror, I watch Wilder lick his lips.
“What’s your favorite memory of the three of us?” Wilder asks.
A sigh of relief escapes. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Cash.
It’s hard to pick one time that was even remotely enjoyable with both of them. Cash was always focused on his parents. Wilder was always focused on insulting me.
Like when Cash stepped on a glass bottle at the lake and slit his foot open. Wilder and I carried him to the car and drove him to the ER across town. We were worried, but we laughed when Cash threw up the second he saw the tetanus needle.
And there was another time when we had an especially snowy winter. Cash and Wilder built a massive snowman that started a town war. Everyone was determined to have the tallestsnowman. Wilder and Cash won. By an inch. They let me decorate the snowman with some of Fanny’s scarves and hats. She had no idea they were from her closet.
But my favorite time? That would have been the homecoming football game our senior year. Wilder and Cash painted themselves in our school colors—blue and white. They single-handedly won that game for the team. They were louder than the cheerleaders.
And me? I got a front row seat to the two of them having the time of their lives.
“Homecoming game senior year,” I finally say.
Wilder smiles at me in the mirror and Cash leans forward.
“That was a good time.” Cash chuckles. “Remember when we got the entire stadium to do the wave?”
Wilder slaps Cash on the shoulder. “That was awesome. I’ll never forget it.”
They keep talking as I grab a pillow and lay it against the door.
My head finds it as I listen to them go on and on about the game, me yawning every few minutes.
Then, my eyelids get heavy and I feel like I’m falling.
Sleep.
I need sleep.
But as I slowly drift off, I think I hear Cash say, “You have to tell her, Wild. Don’t keep something this big from her.”
I fall asleep wondering what the hell that means.
