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estdeus_innobisMain Street on Monday, December 14th, ending at I Dyed for Beauty Salon
Noon
Somethin' weird about Jack, I think. Deputy Whats-his-name. "Shorty," I call him but only t' myself. Yeah, yeah, he don't like me any more'n Mab does. I shake my head as I walk down the street, don't think about it. What do I care if they don't like me? Not like I haven't been behavin'. Even now I'm walkin' around when I ain't even workin'. I can do my job. M' mind changes t' what's-er-name from last night and Sarah? Sarah, right from the night afore. For a second I think about Jule an' wonder how she's doin'. Maybe I'll sneak in the middle of the night. Nah, Nanse-kam'd catch me in a second and then her mom'd deal with me.
I pass the library, fightin' urges b'tween goin' in and crossin' the street to get away, and stay walkin' th' way I am, boots kickin' up snow 'long side the stores. Up ahead I catch sight of the salon--owned by somebody else now, after that real pretty girl left. A young chick, one of the guys told me. Weird, too, but I never said I minded weird. There was that one time with Josephine but really even I got limits and what she wanted t' do was just weird. Anyway, I ain't workin' an' 'm never one t' pass up meeting a new girl. I lift m' hat and run fingers through my hair, catchin' a few snowflakes in the process. I'll be visitin' home soon, come t' think of it, and Ma'll be cross if I look like I been livin', well, where I have. I make the decision, then, and walk up t' the door. M' fingers tap on it, then I try th' door an' it swings open. 'Pull off my hat and stamp my boots so I don't track snow or dirt, then step inside.
Shuttin' the door without turnin' round, I take a look around. Nice place, anyway. It makes me feel a little shabby, kinda like bein' in the Bathory house, but that was diff'rent, for lots a reasons. I pause fer a second, then clear m' throat a little. 'M about t' call out when I see her--it's gotta be her, ain't seen much weirder in a chick. Her hair is what gets me. It--it's blue. The bluest thing I ever seen. Bluer'n th' sky on it's best day or the Pontalier. Find my head tiltin' slightly t' the side as I try t' wrap my head 'round it. Fer just a second I worry she might try'n make my hair just as blue. She's givin' me a look an' I realize I been starin'.
"Uh, hi," I say like some dumbass who doesn't know what t' say. But I don't, really. I'm kinda stunned and int'rested all at the same time.
[OPEN to Verite.]
Noon
Somethin' weird about Jack, I think. Deputy Whats-his-name. "Shorty," I call him but only t' myself. Yeah, yeah, he don't like me any more'n Mab does. I shake my head as I walk down the street, don't think about it. What do I care if they don't like me? Not like I haven't been behavin'. Even now I'm walkin' around when I ain't even workin'. I can do my job. M' mind changes t' what's-er-name from last night and Sarah? Sarah, right from the night afore. For a second I think about Jule an' wonder how she's doin'. Maybe I'll sneak in the middle of the night. Nah, Nanse-kam'd catch me in a second and then her mom'd deal with me.
I pass the library, fightin' urges b'tween goin' in and crossin' the street to get away, and stay walkin' th' way I am, boots kickin' up snow 'long side the stores. Up ahead I catch sight of the salon--owned by somebody else now, after that real pretty girl left. A young chick, one of the guys told me. Weird, too, but I never said I minded weird. There was that one time with Josephine but really even I got limits and what she wanted t' do was just weird. Anyway, I ain't workin' an' 'm never one t' pass up meeting a new girl. I lift m' hat and run fingers through my hair, catchin' a few snowflakes in the process. I'll be visitin' home soon, come t' think of it, and Ma'll be cross if I look like I been livin', well, where I have. I make the decision, then, and walk up t' the door. M' fingers tap on it, then I try th' door an' it swings open. 'Pull off my hat and stamp my boots so I don't track snow or dirt, then step inside.
Shuttin' the door without turnin' round, I take a look around. Nice place, anyway. It makes me feel a little shabby, kinda like bein' in the Bathory house, but that was diff'rent, for lots a reasons. I pause fer a second, then clear m' throat a little. 'M about t' call out when I see her--it's gotta be her, ain't seen much weirder in a chick. Her hair is what gets me. It--it's blue. The bluest thing I ever seen. Bluer'n th' sky on it's best day or the Pontalier. Find my head tiltin' slightly t' the side as I try t' wrap my head 'round it. Fer just a second I worry she might try'n make my hair just as blue. She's givin' me a look an' I realize I been starin'.
"Uh, hi," I say like some dumbass who doesn't know what t' say. But I don't, really. I'm kinda stunned and int'rested all at the same time.
[OPEN to Verite.]
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