“He is of gentle birth,” she said stoically. “He is -”
“Oh please. We do not live in the Middle Ages.” I knew I should listen and indulge Lainey more than I did, but tonight was not the night. I was too caught up in what was happening right outside to be caught up in her dreams of castles and princes.
“Hey, but listen. What about -” Lainey asked trying to pull me back.
“Lainey, listen. Look what is happening. I think we can go help. We should help.” I opened her window wider to show her what was going on outside. I was itching to run into the street, but as I didn’t know Lainey’s neighbors, I wasn’t sure how they would take it.
I wanted to run out screaming, but as Lainey’s neighbors had always been suspicious of me, I was suspicious of them. But I was itching to be part of the action. Maybe I could get Lainey in on the action so she could play the hero of her fantasies.
“Who is that? What are they doing? Ohh, it’s a game isn’t it?” Lainey pranced toward the front door as if there was not a carjacking happening. Led by her brother. Her brother who had just gotten out of jail for attempted burglary.
Before I could stop her, she was out the front door and heading toward the street. She didn’t even have a response when her brother started firing the pistol.