Daryl went into the woods behind the trailer park and sat in the shade. He picked up a handful of moss and smashed it between his fingers. Then he stuffed fistfuls of it into his mouth. It tasted moist and sandy and bitter. The muscles in his neck thickened like he was going to heave out the inside of his stomach. He remembered the balmy smell of dirty clothes in the corner of his mother's room. He thought about the long brown hairs embedded in Kalene's soap. He thought about her hair's shimmer in the morning and her heavy sweet smell. He gagged on the moss and, when he felt himself go stiff, he threw up.