Red Light Green Light
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Orc's totally calm, but everyone else is terrified. Orc can tell Howard's panicking, off at the intersection throwing his meager weight around and playing traffic cop; Howard's one of those kids who pushes people around to feel bigger and more secure. And security's something that left in the last few hours here in Perdido Beach.
But for once, Orc's not scared. He doesn't have to go home anymore and be afraid that this is the day Child Protective Services takes him away, or afraid that it's the day they leave him to stay. He doesn't have to worry about getting home and answering a question too slow, being distracted, getting himself whooped again. No drunk dad at home to turn household objects into weapons, no stupid bitch mom to preach at him and throw her rosary around.
Just beer and sunshine and Howard playing Red Light Green Light and the complete and utter absence of fear.
"How did you get this injury on your hand, Charles?"
"Fell on a power drill."
"While it was running?"
"Yeah."