“He called himself our new friend. I knew he was a junkie as well as a dealer. From how spacey he was—slurring his words. Driving really slow. His music was junkie music—slow jazz—this really draggy trumpet. Janie tried to change the station, but he put his hand on hers and she didn’t try again.”

“How’d you know he was a dealer?” said Milo.

“He showed us his wares. Carried one of those men’s purses and had it on the seat next to him. When we got in, he put it in his lap and after we were driving for a while, he zipped it open, and said, ‘How about a taste of something sweet, ladies?’ Inside were envelopes of pills and little baggies full of white stuff—I couldn’t tell you if it was coke or heroin. That stuff I stayed away from. For me it was just grass and alcohol, once in a while acid.”

“What about Janie?”

“Janie had no boundaries.”

“Did she sample Burns’s wares?”

“Not in the car, but maybe later. Probably later. Because she and Burns got something going on right from the beginning. All three of us were in the front seat, Janie alongside Burns and me next to the door. The minute he started driving she started in—flipped her hair in his face, rested her hand on his leg, started moving it up.”

“How’d Burns react to that?”

“He loved it. Said ‘Ooh, baby,’ stuff like that. Janie was giggling, both of them were laughing at nothing in particular.”

“Despite her racism,” I said.

“I couldn’t believe it. I elbowed her a couple of times, as in, ‘What’s going on?’ But she ignored me. Burns drove to the party—he knew exactly where it was, but we had to park up the road because there were so many cars there.”

“Did he say anything about the party?” said Milo.

“He said he knew the people throwing it, that they were rich but cool, it was going to be the finest of the fine. Then, when we got there, he said something along the lines of, ‘Maybe the president’ll show up.’ Because the house had huge pillars, like the White House. Janie thought that was hilarious. I was pretty put out by then, felt like Janie was shutting me out.”

“What happened next?”