it was my last day on earth.”
their first meeting as children to Shy’s untimely death.
This novel contains profanity and adult situations.
Shy rolled her eyes at my reaction. “Lighten up,” she said in as worldly a tone as she could muster. “It’s no big deal.”
But it was a big deal, at least to me.
“You better hope your mother doesn’t hear you say that,” I warned. “She’d wash your mouth out with soap for sure!”
“My mom doesn’t care,” she replied. “I can say whatever I want, as long as I don’t use the F word.”
“What’s the F word?” I’d never heard of such a thing.
Shy laughed, enjoying the superiority her knowledge of swear words gave her. “I can’t say it, cuz I promised my dad I wouldn’t. But it’s another word for sex.”
I nodded wisely, even though I knew less about sex than I did about the F word.
“Have you ever said a bad word?” Shy asked curiously.
I shook my head, slightly embarrassed at the answer I had to give. “No, never. I’m not even sure I know any. I mean, not any real ones.”
“What words do you know?”
“I know the D word,” I said hesitantly. “But I’ve never said it.”
“You can say it now,” Shy stated with cheerful matter of factness. “I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”
I wanted to say it. Boy, did I want to! The very thought of saying such an adult word made me feel sophisticated and quite daring.
Shy watched for a moment, reading me with an accuracy that was rarely wrong. “Go ahead,” she encouraged. “There’s a first time for everything.”
“Damn,” I whispered, not quite ready to put any volume into my voice.
“That’s it,” Shy responded. “Go ahead, say it again. Louder this time.”
“Damn.” This time I spoke in my normal tone.
“Come on,” Shy shrugged her shoulders. “There’s no one here, say it like you mean it! Come on, I’ll say it with you. Count of three, okay?”
I nodded, tingling with a rush of adrenaline.
Shy begin to count, and when she said three, I shouted the word along with her.
“Again!” She yelled. “Louder!”
“Damn!” The word burst from my mouth with the volume all the way up. But even so, Shy was right there with me.
“Damn! Damn! Damn!” We repeated the word several times, until we were both laughing so hard we couldn’t speak.
“Look at you,” Shy said when she had caught her breath. “You didn’t explode or nothin’! Not bad for your first swear word. How does it feel?”
“Crazy!” I giggled, unable to think of a better way to express myself. “I can’t believe I said it!”
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