looking at Saki and the sandwiches.
Saki took one, following Gully with her eyes as he returned to the fridge. “There’s soda and juice. If you want any, just help yourself.” Gully then crossed the room, took a game controller and parked himself in front of the TV.
Unsure of what she was supposed to do, Saki stood at the island that separated the kitchen from the boys. When they didn’t look up from the game, she sat on one of the high wicker chairs. The sandwich was good, and when a dark-skinned Jamaican woman appeared, she knew who had made it.
“Hello,” the grinning woman said in a distinctly Jamaican accent.
“Hi,” she said, not knowing how to react.
“Would you like something to drink? Gully, don’t you know to offer your guests something to drink?” the woman scolded.
“I told her she could help herself,” he yelled back, never taking his eyes off of the screen.
“That is no way to treat a young lady. You’ve got to do better than that.”
“Offer her something to drink then.”
“Gully, this is your guest.”
“Geraldine, don’t you see we’re playing a game?”
“You’re just rude. Do you hear me?” She asked, sucking her teeth in disgust. “What would you like to drink?”
Saki felt like she was in some type of twilight zone. Did these boys not realize they were killers? She was sure that Geraldine wouldn’t be so quick to scold him if she knew what he was capable of. And yet, they all sat around in this gorgeous house playing video games like they were just average high school boys. She couldn’t understand it.
“I’m fine thanks,” Saki replied.
Not accepting no for an answer, the Jamaican woman continued. “We have soda, orange juice, milk, apple juice, and water.”
“She said she didn’t want anything,” Gully replied, still not looking up.
“Don’t listen to him. What can I get you?”
The truth was that she was thirsty. But because she kept expecting Dax to arrive at any moment, she didn’t dare move. “Apple juice, please.”
Geraldine poured a glass and then pushed it over to Saki. Watching the boys for a while, she bent her round squat body, allowing her chest to rest on the island. After a few moments, she straightened up and headed for the exit.
“You’ve got to treat your guests better than this,” she chastised one more time.
“Bye, Geraldine,” Gully said more as a command.
The little Jamaican woman sucked her teeth again and then meandered out.
Gully continued his game until he used up the last of his lives. Getting up, he walked back over to Saki. “Did you want to play?”
“No, that’s okay. Is Dax coming over?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
The way Gully stared at her, she wasn’t sure if that was supposed to be a threat. She was having a difficult time figuring out what was going on. Why was she there? What exactly did they want with her? What would happen when she asked to leave? Gully soon returned to his game while Saki sat in a closer chair to watch.
As the night wore on, she began to get the impression that they didn’t want anything from her. They had really just invited her to hang out. In a way, it was kind of nice. Weird, but nice. They really were a pack. They seemed to just like being with each other, even though together they acted like a bunch of juveniles.
Saki didn’t have to ask Gully to leave. At one point, he abruptly looked up and announced that he would drop everyone home. Gully offered to drop her in front of her house, but Saki insisted on the Fish Fry. They compromised with dropping her at the end of her block.
The night, as a whole, was bizarre. The more she learned about this new world, the less she understood.
Saki was once again late for dinner, but today her mother didn’t say anything. They all simply ate in silence, and when they were done, Saki looked for the first opportunity to speak to Marnie.
“He said that you should come by at nine and that he was looking forward to talking to