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How sad, she somehow had the time to think, that whenever people claimed to have
heard of her father, she hoped they were thinking of someone else. How nice it would
have been if this from him had been good news. "I don't think so."
"Yeah, yeah. He had that restaurant." Tripp clamped his hand on her elbow in a way
that could arguably have been construed as friendly if they knew each other. "I loved the
fried clams there."
She stared at him blankly, unsure of what to do next. She tried to look past him in case
she could catch someone's eye, but Tripp was positioned perfectly. "My boyfriend is
watching a movie, so I'm going to go back." She took off to pass him before the situation
had a chance to get worse, but she was inches from him when he grabbed her arm.
"I know your sister, too." He, as if he were starring in a cautionary elementary-school
filmstrip involving Little Red Riding Hood, actually leaned over and sniffed Joey
menacingly.
The first one, the one to the gut, she would later admit was a sucker punch. It was worth
it, though, because he made a satisfying sort of "oof" noise, just as he would in a comic
book in which words like BAM! and POW! appeared superimposed over him in jaggedy
white balloons. Her second shot was perfectly fair, though, connecting with his mouth
with a dull thwack. He stumbled backwards, and she saw that her hand was bleeding.
"Fucking bitch!" He wiped his mouth with his shirt sleeve. "What the fuck is your
problem?"
At this point, with Dawson still peacefully watching the shark he loved so well as it
stalked the unsuspecting tourists, two people appeared in the kitchen doorway. The first
seemed to be a friend of Tripp's who was probably about to start kicking himself for
falling down on chaperone duty. The second, because the universe was nothing without
its sense of humor, was Pacey.
Friend-of-Tripp took a step toward Joey. "Bitch," he nearly spit at her.
"Okay, okay, okay. Nothing to see here, show's over." Pacey tugged on Friend-of-
Tripp's sleeve. "You deal with your fighter here, I'll take mine to the bathroom and work
on her hand, and we'll forget the whole thing."
"Fuck you we'll forget the whole thing!" Tripp was back on his feet now, and loaded for
bear.
Pacey stepped up so he was about a foot away. He took a deep breath. "Let's not do
this." At this, Tripp backed away and laughed.
"Fuck it." He went back into the living room, taking his friend with him.
Joey looked at Pacey, then down at her hand, then back up at him. "Ow," she mouthed,
then let loose with a full laugh he hadn't heard in literally six months.