Page 88 of The Serpent King

Dill spun off Lydia like she was radioactive. They lay side by side, staring up at the ceiling, trying to catch their breath and stifling laughter.

Mrs. Blankenship appeared in the doorway, mug of coffee in hand, dressed for work. “Well. You kids had quite the busy night, didn’t you?”

“And morning,” Lydia said. She could feel Dill shaking next to her, trying desperately not to laugh. Don’t do it, Dill. Don’t do it. Keep it together.

Dill let out an involuntary snort from the back of his throat. He tried to cover it with a cough. And that did it. Gales of laughter. Floods. Lydia turned to Dill and buried her face in his arm.

Mrs. Blankenship studied them with a suspicious expression. “Ooooookay…I feel like I’m missing something.”

“Nothing, Mom,” Lydia said, trying to gather herself, her voice muffled in Dill’s sleeve. “We were just laughing about a joke.”

Mrs. Blankenship raised her eyebrows and leaned against the doorframe. “I like jokes. Tell me.”

“Tell her, Lydia,” Dill said, pushing Lydia to face her mom.

Lydia backhanded Dill in the chest and wiped away tears. She cleared her throat. “Okay, okay. All right. Okay. Knock knock.” She and Dill both seized up again, giggling.

“Who’s there?” Mrs. Blankenship took a sip of coffee.

“To.”

“To who?”

“To whom.” Lydia could barely finish the joke. She and Dill were in hysterics. Tears streamed down their faces and dripped on her bedcover. Lydia started hiccuping.

“Mmmhmmm,” Mrs. Blankenship said. “Very, very funny, Lydia. But you know what? I think you two might need some sleep.”

“Yeah,” Lydia said. “We have definitely been having some trouble thinking straight this morning.”

“All right. Have a good day, sweetie. Dill, you too. And congratulations on college. You made a smart choice. I’m excited for you.”

“Thank you, ma’am. I’ve been making lots of good choices lately.”

Mrs. Blankenship smiled and walked away. “Get some sleep. I’m serious,” she called back over her shoulder.

Lydia waited for her mom’s footsteps to fade and turned back to Dill. “We just made out on my bed.”

“Yep.”

“A genuine make-out sesh. Like a grass-fed, free-range, organic make-out sesh.”

“A Grade A make-out sesh.”

“I feel like I’m blabbing. Blah blah blah.”

“No.”

“But I’m not not blabbing.” Lydia snuggled up to Dill.

He put his arm around her. “No. Or yes. I don’t know. Whichever one means I don’t mind. I’m too tired to think through a double negative.”

“You were supposed to be witnessing for Jesus to me,” Lydia murmured.

“That was the story.”

“I feel like there’s a really inappropriate joke in here somewhere.”

“You’ll think of it. I trust you.”