Secret Histories

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Eddie wasn’t built for speed. He wore his sandy hair shorter than most, which tended to make him look even heavier than he was. Eddie’s idea of exercise was

a day on the couch playing PolePositionon his new Atari 5200. Jack

envied that machine. He was stuck with a 2600.

“Only Weezy knows,” Jack said.

He wasn’t sweating like Eddie, but he felt clammy al over. With good reason. The

August heat was stifling here in the Pine Barrens, and the humidity

made it worse. Whatever breeze existed out there couldn’t penetrate the

close-packed, spindly trees.

They were fol owing Eddie’s older sister, Weezy—real y Louise, but no one ever

cal ed her that. She liked to remind people that she’d been “Weezy”

long before TheJeffersonsever showed up on the tube.

She was pedaling her banana-seat Schwinn along one of the firebreak trails that

crisscrossed the mil ion-plus acres of mostly uninhabited woodland

known as the Jersey Pine Barrens. A potential y dangerous place if you didn’t

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