TITLE: The Worst Summer Ever
GENRE: Young Adult
So I needed some bullets for my .22 and there was only one place in Tuckerville to get them--legally, that is. I crossed the road and was to the first of only two gas pumps the station had, when Mrs. Levey came walking out. I felt my body jerk, deciding if I wanted to turn around, but waited too long and she spotted me.
"Hey it's Hal, the bastard child stinking up my store."
Mrs. Levey obviously had a long memory from when my parents first hooked up, but had only started yakking her mouth about it the last few months. Her hair looked as if she'd touched the electric fence on her property and I could see stains on her flowery house coat as she slowly walked toward me.
"You enjoying that ride to Sumter, Mrs. Levey?" I kept walking past her to the door, not waiting to hear her answer. Who knows what she had wrong with her beside the stick up her back side. That better be some pharmacist mom had taken off with for me to be going through this. Since they'd left a few months before, everyone in town now had to drive thirty-two miles to Sumter to pick up their pills. Who knows why people were being all crotchety at me about it, like it was my fault. Whatever. I just wanted bullets.
The Levey's station looked as worn as it was old with its sagging roof and splintered frame.