face, split his lip open.”
“It was him,” Trey says. “Making the noise.”
“Sure was. No such thing as a squatt.”
“What’d he do? He beat you?”
“Nah. Laughed his ass off, cleaned up the blood, brought us out a big bag of marshmallows.”
Trey digests this. “How come he did that? Pretended?”
“I guess he wanted to see what we’d do,” Cal says, “if a bad situation came up. Seeing as he was letting us stay out there all by ourselves. The day after that, he started teaching me how to shoot a rifle. Said if I was gonna go fighting things that scared me, I might as well do it right, and I better know how to be damn sure what I was shooting at before I pulled the trigger.”
Trey considers this. “Can you teach me?”
“I don’t have a gun here yet. When I get one, then maybe.”
Apparently this is good enough: Trey nods and finishes his cookie. “Bobby Feeney says he seen aliens up the mountains,” he says, out of some train of thought of his own. “I heard in school.”
“You planning on shooting an alien?”
Trey gives Cal his idiot look. “There’s no aliens.”
“What, you figure Bobby made it up to mess with people, like my granddaddy?”
“Nah.”
Cal grins, drinking his coffee. “Then what’d he see?”
Trey shrugs, a one-shouldered twitch that means he doesn’t want to discuss this. “You don’t believe in aliens,” he says, watching Cal to check.
“Probably not,” Cal says. “I like to keep an open mind, and I figure they might be somewhere out there, but I haven’t seen anything that would make me think they’re coming visiting.”
“Have you got brothers and sisters?” Trey demands, out of nowhere. The kid hasn’t mastered the art of small talk. Every question comes out sounding like part of an interrogation.
“Three,” Cal says. “Two sisters, one brother. ’Bout you?”
“Three sisters. Two brothers.”
“That’s a lot of kids,” Cal says. “You got a big house?”
Trey blows air derisively out of the side of his mouth. “Nah.”
“Where’re you? Oldest? Youngest?”
“Third. What’re you?”
“Oldest.”
“Are you close to the others?”
This is the most personal Trey has ever got. Cal risks a glance at him, but he’s focused on taking another cookie apart. He has a fresh buzz cut, but it looks like maybe he did it himself: a patch towards the back of his head got missed.
“Close enough,” Cal says. In fact his are half siblings, he’s never met any of them more than a couple of times, and there could well be more out there somewhere, but none of this information seems like it would be useful here. “How ’bout you?”
“Some of them,” Trey says. He shoves the cookie abruptly into his mouth and stands up: break is, apparently, over.
“Drink your milk,” Cal says.
“Don’t like milk.”
“I bought it. You drink it.”
Trey throws back the milk, grimaces, and slams the mug down on the table like he’s just taken a shot. “OK,” Cal says, amused. “Let’s do this. Hold on.”
He goes into his bedroom, comes back with an old plaid shirt and tosses it to Trey. “Here.”
Trey catches it and looks at it blankly. “What for?”
“You go home covered in paint, your mama’s not gonna be happy.”
“She won’t notice.”
“If she does, she’s gonna know you weren’t in school.”
“She won’t care.”
“Your call,” Cal says. He sets about levering the lid back off the primer can with a screwdriver.
Trey examines the shirt, turning it over in his hands. Then he puts it on. He turns to Cal, holding up his hands and grinning: the cuffs flap, the shirt comes down past his knees, and it’s wide enough to fit about three of him.
“Looking good,” Cal says, grinning back. “Hand me those there.”
He’s pointing to the paint trays and rollers, in a corner. He bought two sets; they were cheap, and he figured they would come in handy even if the kid quit showing up. Trey has clearly never seen contraptions like these before. He inspects them and gives Cal a question-mark look, brows pulled down.
“Watch,” Cal says. He pours primer, dips the roller and rolls off the extra on the grid, then gives a patch of wall a fast going-over. “Got it?”
Trey nods and copies him, exactly, down to the little angled shake to get any drips off the roller’s edge. “Good,” Cal says. “Don’t get too much paint on there. We’re gonna do a few coats; we don’t need them to be thick. I’ll start here and do the top half, you do the bottom from over there. Meet you in the