Beau, Lee, the Bomb & Me by McKinley Mary

Author:McKinley, Mary [McKinley, Mary]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Young Adult, Contemporary
Publisher: Kensington Books
Published: 2014-09-18T07:00:00+00:00

What to do . . .

After our little jaunt, I take The Bomb back to the van and put her away. The hippie chicks are gone, and I’m bummed because I was going to ask them if they knew a place where we could hang out for a couple of hours or days that wasn’t too sketchy. I guess we’ll find a hostel if we have to.

I drive us around. I accidentally go down to Chinatown and see Alcatraz in the distance from the wharf. Some lady tells me how to get to Lombard Street, and so I head down Lombard. Beau and Leo really don’t appreciate the long and winding Lombard as much as I do. They groan and yell and tell me to knock it off. So far they are not enjoying San Francisco.

I play music and try to learn the city as I drive around. I listen to the Art of Noise.

“Where are we?” Beau gets into the front seat beside me. Slowly.

“Well, um . . . we’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto!” I bellow. “Aahhahahahahaaaaa!”

He winces and grunts at me, pained and reproving. Like he might barf again.

“No, Rust! Do not say that awful thing! Omg, so played!”

I cackle with glee, caused by trotting out that dusty Kansas line yet again.

“Omg, I know! Sorry! I was a’feared I’d be a sayin’ that—sooner or later!”

“Rusty, never again. It’s just . . . too . . . horrible. . . .”

“You’re right! Never appropriate! And not funny! I promise: Never say it again! Never ever! Wait—say what?”

It’s a relief to see Beau smile. He’s feeling better.

The Bomb is also glad. She gets on his lap and smooches him, so now there are two passengers in the seat. They rubberneck while we roll.

San Fran is a lot like Seattle in that it’s beautiful and salty and full of seagulls. Also hilly.

I have heard about this flock of parrots on Telegraph Hill. There is a documentary about it. I look for someone to ask for directions.

But Beau has other ideas. He’s feeling well enough to be sarcastic.

“Let’s get to my uncle’s so we can rejoice that he’s moved away or whatever!”

“Okay. I Google-earthed his address at the library. It’s an apartment in Nob Hill. I’m pretty sure we aren’t far.”

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