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？Not　much。？　Anthony　grinned。　？I　was　just　on　my　way　home　from　the　beach；　but　why　don？t　you

get　in　and　we？ll　go　for　a　ride？？　He　reached　into　the　car？s　ashtray　and　plucked　out　a　freshly　rolled

joint；　waving　it　in　the　air。　？Just　a　quick　drive；　you　know？？

That　was　all　the　invitation　Nate　needed。　He　walked　around　the　car　and　hopped　into　the　passenger

side；　settling　into　the　soft；　cream…colored　leather　seat。

Anthony　turned　down　the　stereo　and　pressed　a　button　so　that　Nate？s　window　lowered　quickly。　He

circled　the　car　around　the　parking　lot　and　out　onto　the　street。　？Go　ahead　and　start　it　up；？　he　urged。

Nate　grabbed　the　joint；　pulled　his　trusty　Bic　from　his　sock；　and　lit　it。

？Good　time　the　other　night　at　Isabel？s。？　Anthony　reached　over　to　take　the　joint　from　Nate。　？Sorry

you　couldn？t　make　it。？

Nate　exhaled　a　long　plume　of　smoke　out　the　window。　He　studied　his　reflection　in　the　windshield：

he　hadn？t　had　time　to　shave　that　morning　and　was　looking　kind　of　stubbly。　His　T…shirt　was　filthy

and　his　deodorant　had　given　out　hours　ago：　his　jeans　were　grass…stained　and　dingy。　He　was

sporting　an　incredible　tan　but　still　looked　a　bit　unhealthy；　probably　because　he　hadn？t　been

sleeping　much；　and　his　eyes　were　a　little　bloodshot。

Is　lack　of　sleep　really　the　culprit　here？

He　turned　to　take　the　joint　back　from　Anthony　and　studied　his　friend　more　closely：　Anthony　was

wearing　a　pair　of　crazy　printed　Vilebrequin　board　shorts；　some　beat…up　old　flip…flops；　and　a　pair　of

sunglasses。　He　had　a　tan　to　rival　Nate？s　but　no　bags　under　his　crystal…clear　eyes　and　he　looked　like

a　million　other　guys　in　the　Hamptons：　like　a　guy　on　vacation；　driving　home　from　the　beach；

having　a　quick　smoke。　Nate　exhaled　unhappily。　The　pot　was　great　but　it　didn？t　change　the　fact　that

he　was　tired；　he　was　bummed　out；　he　was　。　。　。　jealous。　Why　did　Anthony　get　to　chill　at　the　beach

all　day　while　he　had　to　work　like　a　dog？

Maybe　because　Anthony　didn？t　steal　performance…enhancing　drugs　from　his　lax　coach？

Nate　drummed　on　the　windowsill　in　time　with　the　old　Dylan　disc　on　the　stereo　and　drifted　off　for

a　moment；　imagining　the　ideal　summer：　he？d　be　at　the　beach；　of　course；　surfing　at　Montauk　or　just

lazing　around　on　the　sand；　tooling　around　in　his　dad？s　Aston　Martin　convertible；　smoking　with

Anthony　and　his　other　friends　from　the　lacrosse　team；　staying　in　bed　with　Blair　until　the　early

afternoon。　Or　maybe　he？d　take　Blair　sailing　for　a　couple　of　weeks　along　the　coast　of　Maine。　Teach

her　how　to　fish。　Eat　lobster。　Have　lots　of　sex。　Sleep。　Have　more　sex。　Go　for　a　swim。　Sex　again。

？Dude；　you　there？？　Anthony　asked。

？Sorry；？　Nate　mumbled；　ing　back　to　reality。

？It？s　cool。？　Anthony　pulled　up　to　a　red　light。　Three　girls　sauntered　by　in　bikini　tops　and　surf

shorts。　They　were　only　about　thirteen　but　they　were　still　cute。　？So　what？s　the　deal　with　that　Tawny

chick；　man？　She？s　hot。？

？Yeah；？　Nate　replied；　passing　the　joint　back。　？She？s　cool。　I　don？t　know；　though。　Maybe　I？m　off