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that he’d been wearing blue pajama pants with race cars on them and an old T-shirt with a fading image of Kurt Cobain, who had died before he’d even been born.
    â€œI guess it is kind of lame,” he said more to himself than to Tony.
    â€œNo, it’s not lame, I just thought you’d be too cold,” Tony said quickly.
    Danny found a coat in the closet, pulled on a pair of sneakers, and walked Tony across the road. The sun was coming out and the snow was melting but it was still chilly.
    Around freezing, he thought. They stopped in front of her house.
    â€œHow high up are we here?” he wondered out loud.
    â€œThe Springs is six thousand feet, we’re another thousand on top of that.”
    â€œWow. And it snows how much?”
    â€œIt can snow every month from September to June.”
    â€œYikes … OK, uh, so, bye, I guess I’ll see you at school tomorrow?” Danny asked.
    Tony smiled. “You might not recognize me … no hair gel allowed. Actually, I better shower it out before church anyway … And of course I’ll be in my uniform. You’re not a genius, are you?”
    Danny shook his head. “I don’t think so, why?”
    â€œWell, then, you should be in my class, 9B. We get tested every month; the kids that do better go to 9A, the others 9B,” she said, smiling sweetly.
    â€œSo you’re not a genius either,” he surmised.
    She walked down the path and opened her front door. “I kinda am, actually. I started the year in the eighth grade, 8B, and I’ve worked my way up … See ya,” she said, then gave a little wave, opened her front door, and went inside.
    â€œSee ya,” Danny replied, and began whistling. He was still whistling an hour later when Walt came down for breakfast.

Walt turned off the electric razor and looked at Danny. “How come you’re so cheerful?” he wondered.
    â€œI don’t know. I guess I’m happy that we’re not in jail, maybe,” Danny said.
    Walt reddened. “Yeah, sorry about that, I probably shouldn’t have gotten involved,” he muttered. “You check out the house? Pretty groovy, isn’t it?”
    Walt said things like “daddy-o” and “groovy” like it was the olden days. He was right, though. It certainly was a lot bigger than their Vegas home. Danny didn’t really think much about money, but now he saw that the move here probably meant a huge pay raise for his mother. This house, the car—it changed things. Danny thought of himself as an outsider, a street kid from East L.A. like his cousins, not assome comfortable, middle-class boy from suburban Nevada or Colorado. But in a day he’d gone from laughing at
South Park
to living in South Park.
    â€œThe house is OK,” he said.
    â€œYou wanna stay here, or you wanna come with me?”
    â€œWhat? Where are you going?”
    â€œTo see that Randall guy. I’m starting work tomorrow and they want me to come over today.”
    â€œMom took the car.”
    â€œYou haven’t seen the Tesla? We got the use of it for a month. The casino is giving away two of them as opening-week prizes, you know, ‘cause of the whole Tesla thing. Brilliant idea. That Glynn guy is smart. They wanted her to drive it around. She didn’t like it, but I think you’ll be impressed!”
    Danny pulled on his leather jacket, grabbed Sunflower, and followed Walt outside to the garage. When they opened the garage door Danny
was
impressed, but it was important that he didn’t let Walt see.
    â€œDon’t these things run out after like twenty minutes?” Danny asked, looking at the red Tesla Electric Roadster parked in the left port of the two-car garage.
    â€œA hundred and fifty miles per charge. Totally silent running,” Walt said, looking at Danny significantly.
    Which is useful why? Danny thought, but didn’t say anything.
    Walt tied his long