e？ve got some herb； bro；？ announced Vince； who appeared to be Greg？s twin。 ？Have a seat。？
Nate？s ears pricked up at this offer。 He hated being called ？bro？ by guys he didn？t even know；
and he hated guys who pretended to be cool when they were really losers； but he had to admit a
smoke？even with these dorks？sounded like his kind of dessert。
Tawny took a hit and handed over the slightly damp roach。 Nate inhaled greedily。
？Good stuff； right？？ the guy called Greg asked gruffly。 ？I got it off my regular guy。 He？s always
busiest in the summer； you know； but he saves the best shit for loyal year…round cus…tomers like
me。？
It wasn？t great stuff？the Hawaiian stash Nate had stored back in his bedroom was much
better？but he couldn？t plain。
？Fucking city kids；？ growled Vince； taking the joint from Nate。 ？They always fuck everything up
during the summer。 Fucking traffic。 Fucking clubs。 Fucking pain in the ass。？
Eloquently put。
？Summer crowds； man；？ mumbled Tony； who hadn？t yet spoken。 He was glaring at Nate；
studying him suspiciously from under the perfectly creased bill of his Coney Island Cyclones
baseball cap。
Nate was zoning out as usual； the way he liked to when he was smoking herb； but he heard what
the guys were saying。 Loud and clear。
？Totally。？ Tawny yawned； lazily resting her blond； curly…haired head on Nate？s shoulder。
Nate glanced down at his tattered work outfit。 It was pretty clear Tawny disliked the wealthy
crowd that flooded the Hamptons every summer； and Nate was definitely part of that crowd。 With
his workingman？s tan and ragged clothes； she？d probably taken him for the kind of guy who had
to spend his summerearni