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<strong>Homeland</strong><br />
traffic in SoMa, and Darryl showed off his encyclopedic knowledge of the alleyways of the<br />
neighborhood to beat it, popping out on Market Street from an alleyway that was so narrow<br />
we scraped up a couple of plastic recycling wheelie-bins on our way out. He was in Hayes<br />
Valley a few minutes later, pulling up in front of Ange's house. I knew she didn't have any<br />
classes that afternoon, but she hadn't answered her phone when I called her. I thumped<br />
on her door.<br />
She came down in track pants and the T-shirt she'd slept in the night before, her eyes<br />
swollen and red. She folded her arms when she saw me and glared. “Get dressed, okay?”<br />
I said. “You can be pissed at me later. Get dressed.” She looked over my shoulder at<br />
Darryl, who waved at her. Van gave a half-assed, unenthusiastic wave, too.<br />
“You're kidding me,” she said.<br />
“Get dressed,” I said. “It's happening.”<br />
She gave me a long, searching look. I looked back at her, thinking, Come on, Ange, argue<br />
later, do this now before I lose my nerve. My heart was fluttering in my chest like a pigeon<br />
trapped in a store, beating against the windows and trying to break out.<br />
She turned on her heel and disappeared into the house. I heard her run up the stairs to<br />
her room. A minute later, her little sister, Tina, appeared in the hallway. “You remember<br />
when I told you if you broke her heart I'd pull your scrotum over your head?” She was two<br />
years younger than Ange, and tall and skinny where Ange was short and curvy, but they<br />
were unmistakably sisters, with nearly the same voice and facial expressions.<br />
“I remember, Tina. Can we save the scrotal reconfiguration for later? We're kind of into<br />
something more important than me or Ange or any of us.”<br />
She cocked her head. “I'll think about it.”<br />
Ange came pelting down the stairs, toothpaste on the corner of her mouth. She was<br />
wearing a long electric-blue raincoat I loved and hand-painted Keds and huge, squarish<br />
Japanese pants she'd sewn herself from a pattern, all clothes that had been strewn on the<br />
floor of her room the last time I'd been in it, a hundred years ago, the night before.<br />
“Tina, enough with the scrotums, already,” Ange said as she reached us. Tina made an<br />
exaggerated, monkey-like face at her and then gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Come on,”<br />
Ange said to me, whisking past me toward Darryl's car, hesitating for a second before<br />
yanking open the back door and sliding into the seat next to Van. I brought up the rear and<br />
got into the passenger seat, checking out whether Van and Ange were ready to kill each<br />
other while trying to look like I wasn't checking it out at all.<br />
Inside the car, the tension was as thick as the fog on a wet night on Twin Peaks.<br />
“You know where Jolu's office is, right?” I said to Darryl.<br />
“We're going to see Jolu?” Ange said.<br />
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