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bullshit.”
    He ignored the reprimand. “What’s up with your own car?”
    â€œMy dad is painting my front fender. The paint’s not dry enough or something.”
    â€œHe’s probably just got the primer on it. So why didn’t you drive the Beamer?”
    â€œMy dad would never let me drive the Beamer. You know that.”
    Richard said, “Hey Anne-Marie; you want to mess around?”
    It was just like him, coming out of the blue. “Get real.”
    â€œNo, seriously. We could just skip school and drive out to the lake. Look at the weather; is this a day to waste in classrooms?” He had the silly grin on his face. There was no telling if he was high or not. He often was. What he usually said was Anne-Marie, please show me your tits . So this was better.
    â€œI decided not to try out for the play” he informed her. “I’m burned out on theater.”
    â€œThat’s not what I heard,” Anne-Marie declared.
    â€œGive some other people a chance; that’s the way I see it. What did you hear?”
    â€œI heard Mr. Burns kicked you out because you were smoking pot while you were building sets.”
    Richard shrugged before he said, “The rumors are rampant, I guess. Either way, it’s the same result.”
    â€œHe could have turned you in, you know. Consider yourself lucky he didn’t call the cops.”
    â€œChoices, choices, choices, Anne-Marie. Life is all about choosing, huh? Speaking of the lake—”
    â€œWho’s speaking of the lake? Not me, that’s for sure.”
    â€œThe Chevy’s got that big backseat.”
    â€œOh please. Besides, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t like talk to me that way anymore. Backseats are just for extra passengers.”
    â€œOh, I forgot. You found Jesus.”
    â€œAnd I’d appreciate it,” she said as politely as she could, “if you didn’t talk to me that way, either.”
    â€œWell just excuse me all to hell.”
    â€œIt’s been two months since we broke up, Richard. Get used to it.”
    â€œBut you have cleft my heart in twain.”
    â€œShut up .”
    â€œNever was pain so sweet as mine that I can ne’er forsake it.”
    â€œStop it!” He must be high. Even though he was one of the goats, in some ways she liked him better now that they weren’t in a relationship—she could enjoy him more as a friend than as a boyfriend. “Save your Shakespeare for the stage.” She put her books into her backpack.
    â€œI’ve got condoms,” he said.
    â€œIt doesn’t matter,” she replied. “It wouldn’t please the Lord if I had sex with you.” By this time, they were headed toward the building.
    â€œBut you want to anyway, is that what you’re saying?”
    â€œPart of me does, but that’s the part I have to put behind me.”
    â€œYou’re really gone on this religious trip, aren’t you?”
    â€œYou could put it that way. The real thing is I’ve found the Lord and want to serve him.”
    â€œHow about a hand job sometime?”
    â€œThen all I’d be is like a sexual toy to give you pleasure. You can take care of that yourself. You can even find mechanical hand jobs on plenty of Web sites.”
    â€œYou visit pornographic Web sites?” he asked.
    â€œNo. Brooke tells me about them.” They fell in with other groups of students approaching the front door.
    â€œHave you ever seen Jesus of Montreal? ” he asked her.
    â€œWhat’s that?”
    â€œIt’s a movie.”
    â€œNo. I’ve seen Jesus of Nazareth. He’s the only one that counts.”
    â€œYou sound like a programmed windup toy, Anne-Marie. Anyway, in Jesus of Montreal , there’s this woman who services this priest from time to time. Her friends ask her why. Want to know her answer?” They were waiting in line for their turn to squeeze through