A prank or a crime...Amelia can't decide.
My entire world might be crumbling because of one moment of adventure. My partner in crime is as cool as the proverbial cucumber--all smug in the passenger seat, with the stolen goods in his lap.
"How can you be so calm, Everett?"
"They don't suspect a thing." He pats the box.
"Not yet. But they will in the morning. And then--"
"Be long gone by then, sweet cheeks. Long gone."
We did something silly earlier in the evening. But, as Everett explained earlier, it was actually a prank, not a crime. However, he doesn't know these people like I do.
"Don't call me sweet cheeks!"
"Yes, ma'am." Everett salutes. "Just trying to lighten things up, Amelia."
Everett is a cop; he knows the law. But what if he's wrong? There would be hell to pay.
"We're not talking about a capital offense, Amelia. No gas chamber or lethal injection or hanging by the neck until--"
We drive on in silence. I keep checking the rearview mirror.
"They're not following us, sweet...Amelia."
"Just shut up, Everett!"
"I could go for a cup of coffee," he says.
"That's not even funny!" I smack his arm.
Everett's world won't crumble, mine will. I turned 18 last week and got my dad's lecture about being a responsible adult. "Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah..."
"My parents expect better of me, Everett. I don't know what they'll do."
"Come on! They're not in the Mafia. Or are they?" he says and then laughs.
I smack his arm again.
"My father wouldn't have bought them if he hadn't thought that--"
"They can be replaced!"
"It's theft, Everett! Theft!"
"It's donuts, Amelia. Donuts!"