What can YOU say in six sentences?
“D’ja ever wonder what’d be like, the three of us just take off runnin’ and leave this jackdump behind us in the dust,” Cooney asked, pushing dirt with his left foot, the good one, and then tossed his empty Manhattan Special bottle toward the highest point of the scrap heap, where it struck something metallic then rolled down toward the water’s edge.
Jimmy Dodd glanced sideways at Mallory, who was pulling lint from her skirt, but returned his glance when she felt his eyes on her, and they communicated to each other that they had indeed considered something along those lines often enough.
Mal was looking quite mature, now that she no longer came to hang out in a jumper, even though she still wore socks with her saddle shoes, but Jimmy would bet most people didn’t notice her feet anyways. With a tinge of audible regret in her Patti Page voice, she announced, “I doubt we’ll all get out of here alive together,” and here she returned with intensity to her lint-picking.
“S’pose you’re right,” Cooney, the youngest of the three, said, seeming to calculate the advantage of retrieving the bottle to get it properly situated on the top of the pile as if that act alone might correct more than his aim.
“I’m betting a couple of us will,” said Jimmy toward Mal, who did not look up again, and he could have sworn she was deliberately avoiding confirming his count, but he was always misreading his cues, stepping on her lines, and had been since their days together in Our Town.