“Well, who says you get to have all the fun until then?” He glanced at the road and then back to me. “So—switch it up.”
I steadied the rifle between my legs and reached for my knife. “Sure, I guess.” I slit the package open and removed a rocket. “I’m going to miss the Nunnery, I know that.” I slid the stem into my empty beer bottle. “Especially ... you know.”
“Alexa.” He scoffed at the idea. “Dude; she isn’t going to miss you. Your toilet paper, maybe. The antibiotics ... But you, as a man? Forget it.”
I guess I must have shrugged. “Yeah, well.” I reached for the lighter and held it to the fuse. “Over there—iguanodon by the Dodson’s clock. Corner pocket.”
“But that’s—”
And then he was ducking, ducking and covering his head with an arm, as I pointed the bottle at his window and the fus
