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“Not helping.” I cough again. “Jesus, what the hell?”
“It’s just two hours.” She takes my hand and guides me out of the marina since it’s hard to see all the way to the ground in this thing. “It’ll go by in a flash. Don’t worry.”
“I won’t complain if you want to bathe me afterward?”
She lightly smacks my back. “Yeah, okay. Now use that charming personality to get us some charters.”
She leaves me on the sidewalk at the entrance to the marina, and it doesn’t take long before I have people harassing me.
“Oh, who is this?” Rylan and his buddy Declan come up.
“Keep on walking, little Greene.”
“Cam? Is that really you?” Declan tries to look through the breathing screen.
“Shit, man. What’d you do?” Rylan asks and laughs.
“He’s probably doing it to get in Chevelle’s pants.” Declan laughs.
Rylan jabs him in the arm. “Gross, that’s my sister, man.”
“I lost a bet,” I tell them.
“You? I’m shocked.” Declan, who I think has always looked up to me for some reason, should be appalled, because I am too.
Declan’s parents have money, and they belong to the same club as my parents. His dad is a hotshot lawyer in Anchorage and commutes so his son can live in a nice area. I don’t think he realizes that his son is the delinquent of the school.
“Keep it moving, boys.” I point down the road.
“Why would we do that when we can be here, harassing you? Besides, we’ve been trying to think of a senior prank, and I think you’re just the man to help us.” Declan smacks me on the back.
“My high school days are over. And didn’t you guys get into trouble a couple years ago? Breaking and entering?”
“We were amateurs.” Rylan laughs.
“You’re still amateurs,” I say. “Not to mention your brother’s the sheriff and your brother-in-law is the mayor. You have way too many people that you’re going to piss off.” I wish he could see how serious I am, but to them, we’re on equal footing. Probably because I don’t take much seriously. “Go find something productive to do.”
“See you later, Moby,” Declan says as the two walk away.
“Why would you say Moby?” Rylan asks.
“You know, from that book,” Declan says.
Rylan’s head falls back in laughter. “Man, Moby Dick was a whale.”
And that’s why that kid already has a scholarship to Stanford. Not only is he a soccer god, but the kid’s got brains too.
Once they walk down the sidewalk toward whatever trouble they’re going to find, I wave at a few cars and take a few pictures with kids, handing out brochures from Chevelle, mine, and Rowdy’s charters.
An hour into it, I spot my parents walking back from their lunch. I purposely sidestep to not be in their direct line of sight.
“Oh, I love the fish costume. Did you bring that back?” my mom asks my dad as they approach.
“Yeah, I think it brings the friendly vibe back.” He smiles at my mom, and I want to call him out on his lie.
“You haven’t demoted our son to that position, have you?” she asks.
“No.”
