XXXVII
He laid there blinking rapidly and blocking the sun with his left hand. To the right, he saw the contrails of some jet, high above taking it’s passengers to some far-off destination. She was shaking him gently now, her voice a little louder than a whisper. ”Come on! We have to get up. Kevin’s band is playing tonight and it’s a long drive.” Kevin was her brother and had never really liked him and at least that feeling was mutual. Kevin and his friends were playing at some dive bar in Montréal and she had promised that they would show up to watch. They packed their blankets and bags into the trunk of her car and drove the five hours to the show, for once not getting hassled at the border. Halfway there, she started asking him why he hated Kevin so much. He tried telling her that it simply was not true but they both realized halfway that he was lying. He muttered something under his breath about Kevin being a jerk and they drove the rest of the way in complete silence. Not even the radio was on. On top of that, the show was awful. Some crappy mix of hardcore and indie-rock that was played poorly. He almost got into a fight with some random French-Canadian but stopped himself when he remembered that he was in a foreign country and did not have any insurance. (This guy was twice his size.) They left as soon as the show was over and rode the entire way back in silence again. She dropped him off at his apartment and told him not to call her. So he didn’t.
