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cubes designed to go into Automats, but fruit and
vegetables. Even Warner never gave us bananas.
I hand the yellow fruit to Adam. “Eat this.”
“I don’t think I can eat—” He pauses. Stares at the form in
his hands. “Is this what I think it is?”
“I think so.”
We don’t have time to process the impossibility. I peel it
open for him. Encourage him to take a small bite. I hope it’s
a good thing. I heard bananas have potassium. I hope he
can keep it down.
I try to focus on the machine under my feet.
“How long do you think we’ll have until Warner finds us?”
Adam asks.
I take a few bites of oxygen. “I don’t know.”
A pause. “How did you get away from him . . . ?”
I’m staring straight out the windshield when I answer. “I
shot him.”
“No.” Surprise. Awe. Amazement.
I show him Warner’s gun. It has a special engraving in the
hilt.
Adam is stunned. “So he’s . . . dead?”
“I don’t know,” I finally admit, ashamed. I drop my eyes,
study the grooves in the steering wheel. “I don’t know for
sure.” I took too long to pull the trigger. It was stiffer than I
expected it to be. Harder to hold the gun between my hands
than I’d imagined. Warner was already dropping me when
the bullet flew into his body. I was aiming for his heart.
I hope to God I didn’t miss.
We’re both too quiet.
“Adam?”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t know how to drive.”