"Neat idea," Willow said. "O.K., I'll leave Art out."
"Oh, I forgot to tell you," Amber said. "There's a big party, Saturday night. It's going to be on the mountain at a place called, 'Mead's Meadow.' Art says they have it every year. It goes on all night; some people bring sleeping bags. Kegs, music—why don't you ride up with us?"
"Maybe I will," Willow said. "If I have any numbers left."
5
Patrick held the brush handle between his palms and walked to the middle of the Van Slyke's lawn, rubbing his hands back and forth, spinning the brush until it was dry. "See if you can finish the garage by four," Parker had said. Good deal, it couldn't be later than three. The paint cans were stacked by the ladder and the folded drop cloths. He put the brush on top of the cans, took the rag and the putty knife out of his back pockets, and stepped back. Amazing how much better a paint job looks from twenty feet away, he thought.
"Looks good," Hendrik said from the kitchen door.
"Yes," Patrick said.
"Where your wheels?"
"Parker's going to pick me up."
"Have a beer while you wait?"