the_first_time raze she taped a note to the front_door. "meet me upstairs." the only air in the house came from a ceiling fan in the bedroom and whatever draft our mouths might have let in. she told me, unprompted, that an aunt had wronged her. that was the word she used. wronged. such a soft way to say a hard thing. she played "pleasant street" and "poor boy" and some badly recorded thrash metal on a laptop she left on the floor. she said the person screaming was a twelve-year-old girl. i wanted to ask if it was her. i kept the question in my pocket. how strange to be listening to that while doing this. i swear when nick's knees shook, mine did too. 260704 what's it to you? who go blather from