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passing　a　joint　between　them。　Behind　them；　through　the　trees；　the　blue…black　water　of　the　sound

glinted　and　swelled。

？Hey　guys！？Tawny　cried。

Three　heads　swiveled　in　their　direction。　With　their　baggy　jeans　and　plucked　eyebrows；　gelled　hair；

and　dorky　striped　button…downs；　these　were　the　kind　of　guys　Nate　and　his　friends　would　have

scoffed　at　if　they？d　ever　e　across　them　in　the　city。　They　were　the　kind　of　guys　who　got　into

fights　with　bouncers　and　wore　gallons　of　cheesy　drug…store　cologne。　And　they　were　also；

apparently；Tawny？s　friends。

？Nate；these　are　Greg；Tony；and　Vince。？

？What？s　up？？　Nate　asked；　nodding　uneasily　in　their　direction。

Tawny　clambered　over　the　trunk　and　took　a　seat　next　to　Greg；　a　deeply　tanned　guy　cupping　a

joint　in　his　palm　and　jutting　his　chest　out　into　the　air　territorially　in　a　way　that　reminded　Nate　of　a

bulldog。

？We？ve　got　some　herb；　bro；？　announced　Vince；　who　appeared　to　be　Greg？s　twin。　？Have　a　seat。？

Nate？s　ears　pricked　up　at　this　offer。　He　hated　being　called　？bro？　by　guys　he　didn？t　even　know；

and　he　hated　guys　who　pretended　to　be　cool　when　they　were　really　losers；　but　he　had　to　admit　a

smoke？even　with　these　dorks？sounded　like　his　kind　of　dessert。

Tawny　took　a　hit　and　handed　over　the　slightly　damp　roach。　Nate　inhaled　greedily。

？Good　stuff；　right？？　the　guy　called　Greg　asked　gruffly。　？I　got　it　off　my　regular　guy。　He？s　always

busiest　in　the　summer；　you　know；　but　he　saves　the　best　shit　for　loyal　year…round　cus…tomers　like

me。？

It　wasn？t　great　stuff？the　Hawaiian　stash　Nate　had　stored　back　in　his　bedroom　was　much

better？but　he　couldn？t　plain。

？Fucking　city　kids；？　growled　Vince；　taking　the　joint　from　Nate。　？They　always　fuck　everything　up

during　the　summer。　Fucking　traffic。　Fucking　clubs。　Fucking　pain　in　the　ass。？

Eloquently　put。

？Summer　crowds；　man；？　mumbled　Tony；　who　hadn？t　yet　spoken。　He　was　glaring　at　Nate；

studying　him　suspiciously　from　under　the　perfectly　creased　bill　of　his　Coney　Island　Cyclones

baseball　cap。

Nate　was　zoning　out　as　usual；　the　way　he　liked　to　when　he　was　smoking　herb；　but　he　heard　what

the　guys　were　saying。　Loud　and　clear。

？Totally。？　Tawny　yawned；　lazily　resting　her　blond；　curly…haired　head　on　Nate？s　shoulder。

Nate　glanced　down　at　his　tattered　work　outfit。　It　was　pretty　clear　Tawny　disliked　the　wealthy

crowd　that　flooded　the　Hamptons　every　summer；　and　Nate　was　definitely　part　of　that　crowd。　With

his　workingman？s　tan　and　ragged　clothes；　she？d　probably　taken　him　for　the　kind　of　guy　who　had

to　spend　his　summerearning　his　money；　presumably　to　pay　his　way　through　Yale　in　the　fall。　He　felt