"Stella!" I holler as we pass building after building. "Stella!"
Eventually, Jeremy starts calling for her too. It's like we've lost a dog or some shit. It's funny.
Eventually, the bandage on my nose starts to itch from summer humidity and I toss it aside. Jeremy rambles on about littering but I shove him and it shuts him up. My night has been full of shoving. And my day has been full of blood.
"She's not here, Ronnie." Jeremy pants as he leans against a building. He's lazy and usually inactive so I'm not surprised he's winded. Early on, I had broke into a sprint calling Stella's name and he had tried to keep up, obviously failing.
"Do you think she left town?" I ask. I wipe away at the sweat on my upper lip. It's gross, I know. My hands feel clammy.
"Maybe," Jeremy shrugs. "What the hell pissed her off so much? She's been like that since she came back from getting stuff for Calla."