The Serpent King by Jeff Zentner

Author:Jeff Zentner
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Published: 2016-03-07T16:00:00+00:00

When he got to the bottom of the stairs, Lydia called down, “Hey, Dad, I gave my old computer to Dill. He’s not stealing it.”

“Okay, honey. Hey, Dill, come in.”

Dill stepped into his study. Antiques filled the room. Leather-bound books. A large Dolan Geiman collage made from found materials hanging on one wall. A couple of guitars hanging on another wall. A vintage Fender amplifier.

Dr. Blankenship rose from his desk and got down one of the guitars: a gorgeous 1960s Fender Stratocaster in a tobacco sunburst pattern. He handed it to Dill, who handled it like it was a museum piece. It must have cost a fair penny.

“This is beautiful, Dr. Blankenship.”

“Put it on. Let’s play a couple licks, huh?”

Dill set down his new computer on Dr. Blankenship’s desk and slung the guitar over his neck. He played a quick run to limber up his fingers. Dr. Blankenship got out a cord and flipped on the amp. They waited for it to warm up.

Dill strummed a chord. “Where did you get this?”

Dr. Blankenship plugged in the guitar. “An estate sale in Nashville. Let ’er rip!”

Dill played, tentatively at first.

“Go on, go on! Screw the neighbors!”

Dill played harder and faster while Dr. Blankenship grinned and gave him the thumbs-up. It felt good. He played and played. And then a stab of nostalgia. The last time he had played the electric guitar in front of anyone was in front of his father, before his father decided not to hand him the snake. Before his father was arrested. He stopped playing and took off the guitar.

Dr. Blankenship took it from him and hung it back on the wall. “So? What do you think?”

Before Dill could answer, they heard Lydia calling down from upstairs. “Daddy, what’s happening down there? Why does your guitar playing sound so much better than normal? I’m scared. What did you do with my daddy?”

“I love my smartass daughter,” Dr. Blankenship muttered. “Anyway, you were interrupted.”

“Yeah. It’s beautiful. I’d say you scored on this one. I haven’t played an electric guitar in a long time.”

“Do you have one?”

“I used to. After…everything happened with my dad, we had to sell a bunch of stuff, so we sold it and my amp. It’s okay. I don’t have anywhere I can play it anymore.”

“How often do you get to see your dad?”

“A few times a year. Next time I go, it’ll be around Christmas. Assuming our junker car is still running by then.”

“If you need a ride to Nashville around Christmas to see your dad, I’d be glad to take you. I get my Christmas treats at the Trader Joe’s there. I could close the office for the day.”

“Are you sure? I mean, that’d be really cool, but I wouldn’t want to be any trouble.”

“It wouldn’t be any trouble. And to be perfectly honest”—he lowered his voice and looked both ways—“it’d be nice to hang out with another male every now and again. There’s a lot of estrogen in this house.”

“I totally heard that,” Lydia called down.

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