We take the boat out. Clara, Benny, Vicky, and I. It’s late. There’s still some Stoli left, and Vicky has the bottle and is passing it around when Benny finds a flare gun in one of the side compartments and wants to shoot it off. I tell him no, because then the whole town would see, and people would think that someone was in trouble. They’d send the cops out, and we’d all get arrested. Benny says that’s bullshit and wants to do it anyway, but Clara talks him out of it. “Don’t fuck with my scholarship,” she says, threatening