The Story of Beautiful Girl by Simon Rachel

Author:Simon, Rachel [Simon, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: FIC019000
ISBN: 9781609418700
Publisher: Hachette Book Group
Published: 2011-05-04T04:00:00+00:00

Now, months after they’d launched the ghost, half a day after they’d picked up the girl Thumbers, Homan steered the van into hills toward what he realized was a house.

Night had fallen. In the outdoor lighting that greeted the four of them, Homan could see vehicles parked on the grass between the driveway and the front walk. The house was long with a flat roof, and all the windows were lit, with people visible in every one. It was not the first party he’d ended up at with Sam, but it was the largest and most remote. They’d driven into mountains to get here, winding past fir trees, looking up at birds with wide wings.

The girls were giggly and full of life, and as soon as he’d parked, Beaded Circles jumped out of the van. Strawberry followed, then twirled herself around like a dancer. She began running toward the house, then turned. By then, Homan was out, and Beaded Circles—who’d offered far more assistance than the other—was helping him with the ramp. Strawberry pranced back, speaking, as Homan guided Sam down the ramp. When Sam reached the ground, Strawberry curtsied. Then he set his palms on the knobs on his wheels and pushed down the walkway to the house. She came right along, doing a slow, gliding dance beside him.

Homan turned to Beaded Circles, who was watching her friend and shaking her head. She looked up at him, her face friendly but not flirty, and tipped her head for them to follow.

The size of the crowd made entering the front door a chore. Homan and Beaded Circles shouldered their way into a room smelling of sweat, cigarettes, brew, cologne, and something like mildew. He could feel a thumping through his feet and knew music must be playing. Bodies in colorful clothes pressed close, dancing and conversing.

Being one of the tallest individuals in the room, Homan spotted Sam easily, with the crowd having parted so he could wheel through. Strawberry was moving alongside him, and Sam was talking to whomever turned his way, making his hand-tipping motion for wanting a drink. Homan moved through the crunch of food nibblers and brew drinkers, and whenever he looked back, Beaded Circles was following. He was in a group, he thought as the four of them wound through the crowd. He was in a group with a handsome young man and two lovely ladies, and he felt himself smiling. They reached a side room, where they lined up, waiting for amber liquid, Sam asking Homan with a motion of his hands to get his mug from the cloth bag on the back of his chair. Although Homan did not take a cup for himself, no one seemed to mind. They simply acted as if he belonged.

The house was surely owned by a rich man. It had rust-colored tile floors and animal hides tacked to the walls. Long, poufy sofas sprawled across the big room, which also had a color TV and a record player with huge boxes beside it—the sources, Homan discovered, of the thumping.

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