“Bitchin’,” Slim said.
“Might be bitchin’ if we could see her,” I said, trying to seem gloomy about the situation. “But there’s no way we can get into a show like that.”
Eyes narrow, Rusty shook his head. “That’s how come we’re going over there now.”
“Oh,” I said.
Sometimes, when Rusty came out with stuff like that, “Oh” was about the best I could do.
“You know?” he asked.
“I guess so.” I had no idea.
“We’ll look the place over,” Slim said. “Just see what we can see.”
“Maybe we’ll get to see her,” Rusty said. He seemed pretty excited.
“Don’t get your hopes up,” Slim told him.
“We might,” he insisted. “I mean, she’s gotta be around. Somebody put all those posters up, you know? And the show is tonight. They’re probably over at Janks Field getting things ready right now.”
“That’s probably true,” Slim said. “But don’t count on feasting your eyes on the gorgeous and stunning Valeria.”
He blinked at Slim, disappointment and vague confusion on his face. Then he turned his eyes to me, apparently seeking an ally.
I looked at Slim.
She raised both eyebrows and one comer of her mouth.
The goofy expression made me ache and laugh at the same time. Forcing my eyes away from her, I said to Rusty, “The gal’s a vampire, moron.”
“Huh?”
“Valeria. She’s supposed to be a vampire.”
“Yeah, so?” he asked, as if impatient for the punch line.
“So you think we’re gonna maybe sneak up on Janks Field and catch her sunbathing?”
“Oh!”
He got it.
Slim and I laughed. Rusty stood there, red in the face but bobbing his head and chuckling. Then he said, “She’s gotta be in her casket, right?”
“Right!” Slim and I said in unison.
Rusty laughed pretty hard about that. And we joined in. Then we resumed our journey toward Janks Field.
After a while, Rusty drew out in front by a stride or two, turned his head to look back at us, and said, “But seriously, maybe we will catch her sunbathing.”
“Are you nuts?” Slim asked.
“In the nude!”
“Oh, you’d like that.”
“You bet.”
Scowling, I shook my head. “All you’d see is a little pile of ashes. And the first breeze that comes along ...”
Slim started to sing like Peter, Paul and Mary, “The vammmmpire, my friend, is blowwwwing in the wind ...... ”
“And even if she didn’t bum to a crisp at the first touch of sunlight,” I said, “she’d sure as hell know better than to put on her vampire show with a suntan.”
“Good point,” Slim said. “She’s gotta look pale.”
“She could cover her tan with makeup,” Rusty explained.
“That’s a point,” Slim agreed. “She probably uses a ton of makeup, anyway, to give her a convincing palor of undeadness. So why not a tan underneath it?”
“An all-over tan,” Rusty said, leering.
“We’ve gotta find you a girl,” Slim said.
I suddenly wondered how Slim would look sunbathing in the nude, stretched out on her back with her hands folded under her head, her eyes shut, her skin slick and golden all the way down. It excited me to imagine her that way, but it made me feel guilty, too.
To push it out of my mind, I said, “How about Valeria?”
“There ya go,” Slim said. “I hear she’s stunning.”
“I’ll take her,” Rusty said.
“You haven’t even seen her yet,” I pointed out.
“I don’t care.”
“Don’t believe everything you read,” Slim told him. “Valeria might turn out to be a pug-ugly, hideous hag.”
“I bet she’s incredible,” Rusty said. “She has to be.”
“Wishful thinking,” I said.
Smiling as if he knew a secret, he asked, “Wanta put your money where your mouth is?”
“Five bucks says she’s not gorgeous.”
“I haven’t got five bucks,” Rusty said.
Which came as no surprise. His parents gave him an allowance of two bucks a week, which he was always quick to spend. I did better, myself, getting paid per chore and also doing some part-time yard work for a couple of neighbors.