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I nodded my head, and for a few minutes both of us were silent.
"It wasn't me. I walked in on him, and he said it was me."
He leaned forward and rose to his knees to grab the bottle. I did the
same and for a moment we were face to face-inches from each other.
"It isn't fucking true. If I were a fag I could fuck anyone I wanted. I
wouldn't have to blow some Supply loser."
see my own.
We each had a hand on the bottle. In the reflection of his eyes I could
"I could rape you right now if I were gay."
I could feel his breath on my face. We were not touching. An invisible
force field separated us by a fraction of an inch.
"I could drag you over that wall and fuck your brains out and there is
not a goddamn thing you could do about it. They're already kicking me out."
My mouth was dry and I tried to swallow but could not.
"But I won't, because I'm not gay."
I wanted to jerk the bottle from his hand and take a long drink. I wanted
to push him away from me. I wanted to ask him what he thought he was doing.
I wanted to tell him that he was my friend and he did not have to prove any­
thing.
broken.
I wanted to force my eyes away from his.
A large object crashed into the ground next to us and the spell was
A few moments later another object fell in the field behind us. Then
something smashed into the pizza boxes, and we could see that it was a chunk
of concrete about the size of a man's fist.
"It's the wall. It's the fucking wall."
Jeremy was right. All around us pieces of the Berlin wall were raining
down on the Sicilian countryside. Something hit my leg and it felt for a moment
like I had been shot. I screamed in pain. A small piece of concrete, about the size
of my thumb, had smashed in to me, and when I looked down at the tiny rock I
could see that it was engraved with the word, "Freedom."
Another piece hit right next to us, and Jeremy jumped to his feet,
dragging me with him. He pulled us both behind the low stone wall and then
went back to get the wine and calzones.
We huddled together in the meager shelter provided by the stone wall
and waited for the concrete storm to end. Neither of us was hit again, and after
a while the rain of cement slowed, and then finally stopped. When it was over I
rested my head against Jeremy's shoulder and went to sleep.
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