The red paint stayed on the clubhouse wall for less than an hour but the damage it caused lasted much longer.
People stopped trusting each other, again. And I stood outside with a paint roller in one hand while construction crews worked around me and the words TRAITOR CLUB had already been covered with primer twice.
It still felt like I could see them. Maybe everyone else could too. The California members definitely could.
They spent most of the morning whispering in groups while Blade moved through the property he didn’t notice.
He noticed. Everyone noticed. The probably was nobody knew how to fix it.
“You think they’re actually questioning him now?” I asked Casey while rolling another coat of paint over the wall.
Casey glanced toward a cluster of California members near the pa
