“Well, what you wanna do?” I asked Jean again.
We were still standing in the same spot. Wasting time. For all we knew the shooter was watching our butts while here we stood in plain sight, like dummies, because of her.
Jean took one more look towards the alleyway and one look up the street before responding.
“Ok, let’s look, but after we look, we got to hurry home before Mom comes looking and embarrasses us by beating us all the way home.” I sure didn’t want that to happen to us again. Once in life is enough to have to live down.