I should never have helped him out …. But how could I not? How could I not save him from those high school boys? She recalled seeing the four of them, watching Garrett on the ground after he’d fainted on Maple Street last year. One tall, sneering boy, a friend of Billy Stail’s from the football team, unzipped his Guess! jeans, pulled out his penis and was about to urinate on Garrett. She’d stormed up to them, given them hell and snatched one boy’s cell phone to call an ambulance for Garrett.

I had to do it, of course.

But once I’d saved him, I was his ….

At first, after that incident, Mary Beth was amused that he would shadow her like a shy admirer. Calling her at home to tell her things he’d heard on the news, leaving presents for her (but what presents: a glistening green beetle in a tiny cage; clumsy drawings of spiders and centipedes; a dragonfly on a string—a live one!).

But then she began to notice him nearby a little too often. She’d hear footsteps behind her as she walked from the car to the house, late at night. See a figure in the trees near her house in Blackwater Landing. Hear his high, eerie voice muttering words she couldn’t make out, talking or singing to himself. He’d spot her on Main Street and make a beeline to her, rambling on, taking up precious time, making her feel more and more uneasy. Glancing—both embarrassed and desirous—at her breasts and legs and hair.

“Mary Beth, Mary Beth … did you know that if a spiderweb was, like, stretched all around the world it’d weigh less than an ounce … Hey, Mary Beth, you know that a spiderweb is something like five times stronger than steel? And it’s way more elastic than nylon? Some webs are really cool—they’re like hammocks. Flies lie down, in them and never wake up.”

(She should have noticed, she now reflected, that much of his trivia was about spiders and insects snaring prey.)

And so she rearranged her life to avoid running into him, finding new stores to shop in, different routes home, different paths to ride her mountain bike on.

But then something happened that would negate all her efforts to distance herself from Garrett Hanlon: Mary Beth made a discovery. And it happened to be on the banks of the Paquenoke River right in the heart of Black-water Landing—a place that the boy had staked out as his personal fiefdom. Still, it was a discovery so important that not even a gang of moonshiners, let alone a skinny boy obsessed with insects, could keep her away from the place.