Heads

There was a long silence, then a heavy sigh.

"....you're not adopted...and your father didn't have an affair. I did."

"so...what does that mean," I asked, already knowing.

"You're my daughter, Stephanie. You're Eddie's half-sister." I dropped my cell phone, which broke from the sound of it and I soon joined it on the floor. My hands hit the floor to keep myself up from the suddenly blurry floor. I heard myself sniffle and take small crying breaths. I'd done a bad thing, and worse I'd made Eddie do it too. I felt so bad that I didn't even have the courage to look him in the eye when he stood up.

"I'm going to wait for the others in the car,' he said. His voice was somewhere between calm and enraged and panic. "Don't follow me." He walked out the door, letting it close hard behind him. The sound seemed to echo for a long time.

It was dark by the time I cared whether it was dark or not again. "Everyone has already left by now," I figured. "Maybe they'll come back again someday."

Larry did come back again, once about a year later. He came alone. I asked about Eddie, but he hadn't seen him and he didn't want to talk about Geezer and Weasel and I didn't make him. He let me be his partner this time, and it was fun even if I wasn't really interested in peeping on girls. He and I had sex a few times, and he seemed to really enjoy it, but all I could think of was Eddie. Looks like I didn't learn my lesson after all.

I saw Eddie only once after I gave myself to him, by accident. I was 24 and I saw him shopping. He ignored me and I haven't seen him since.