A prank or a crime...Amelia can't decide. |
The Prank My entire world might be crumbling because of one moment of adventure. My partner in crime is as cool as the proverbial cucumber--all smug in the passenger seat, with the stolen goods in his lap. "How can you be so calm, Everett?" "They don't suspect a thing." He pats the box. "Not yet. But they will in the morning. And then--" "Be long gone by then, sweet cheeks. Long gone." We did something silly earlier in the evening. But, as Everett explained earlier, it was actually a prank, not a crime. However, he doesn't know these people like I do. "Don't call me sweet cheeks!" "Yes, ma'am." Everett salutes. "Just trying to lighten things up, Amelia." Everett is a cop; he knows the law. But what if he's wrong? There would be hell to pay. "We're not talking about a capital offense, Amelia. No gas chamber or lethal injection or hanging by the neck until--" "Shut up!" We drive on in silence. I keep checking the rearview mirror. "They're not following us, sweet...Amelia." "Just shut up, Everett!" "I could go for a cup of coffee," he says. "That's not even funny!" I smack his arm. Everett's world won't crumble, mine will. I turned 18 last week and got my dad's lecture about being a responsible adult. "Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah..." "My parents expect better of me, Everett. I don't know what they'll do." "Come on! They're not in the Mafia. Or are they?" he says and then laughs. I smack his arm again. "My father wouldn't have bought them if he hadn't thought that--" "They can be replaced!" "It's theft, Everett! Theft!" "It's donuts, Amelia. Donuts!" |