âCouldnât have finished him better myself.â
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On the ride home with James, the back seat was empty. Isola propped her legs up on the dash, her still-damp skin glimmering in the glass-focused blaze of the setting sun. Morrissey mourned through second-hand speakers as they cannoned into the sunset like daredevils.
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Forever the Girl â Advice from Saint Pip
Edgarâs best mate, Pip Sutcliffe, had excitable eyes high on his face like glassy periscopes. He wore slouchy knitted caps and hoodies and looked like the boy the bored security guard would indiscreetly follow around the store. In truth, he was a veritable fountain of nonsensical knowledge, passing out nuggets of information heâd gleaned from a lifetime of nosiness. Friends called him Saint Pip the Guru. He talked an awful lot of crap but if one looked hard enough there were rice-chunks of good sense, diamonds stuck in that steaming pile.
âPip,â called Edgar, âI need your advice.â
Edgar was sprawled on nineteen-year-old Pipâs couch in his flat in downtown Avalon. The olive-green sofa had been taken from rubbish left on a strangerâs nature strip. It hardly had any springs and smelled as though it had been involved in something illegal. âA bargain,â Saint Pip had labelled it.
âLucky for you, mate, the doctor is in .â Pip was peeling vegetables over the sink in the adjoining kitchen. The apprentice chef wandered out, threw a carrot and peeler at Edgar, and joined him on the couch as he hacked away at a carrot for the stir-fry. âNow, whatâs â Majella, babe, turn it down a decibel.â
Majella Lavery, more commonly known as Jella, was a gorgeous black Welsh girl with a vivid smile. She was Pipâs easy-going girlfriend, and the amicable hostess of the Big Party that had kicked off the school year, which was held secretly in her parentsâ house while they were holidaying in Barbados. The next morning sheâd found broken beer bottles in the bathtub, a pair of naked strangers in her parentsâ en suite, and a floating cloud of vomit in the pool.
âDamage bill was, like, three hundred pounds,â Jella had said cheerfully at the time. â Wicked party, though.â
Right now she was sunk in a mostly crushed beanbag (cheap on eBay, pick-up only, no refunds), playing a violent video game across the room. âYou canât tell me what to do,â she responded heatedly. âCrush the patriarchy!â Jella turned the volume on her game up; they could hear the violent screeching of zombies, the squeal of a chainsaw.
Pip shrugged, then asked loudly in Edgarâs ear, âWhatâs the problem?â
âWell, thereâs this girl ââ
âThereâs always a girl, Eddie,â said Pip, switching straight to guru-mode. âAnd thereâll always be the girl, you know? From Eve in the Garden to the Whore of Babylon. You know?â
âThe what of what?â
âNever read the Revelations bit in the Bible?â His huge eyes went even wider. âHardcore stuff, man. Sheâs this chick who rides a dragon. I thought youâd have heard of it for sure. She sounds like sheâs come straight out of your drawings.â He waved his hand regally. âContinue, son.â
âWell, thereâs this girl, and I do fancy her a bit,â Edgar admitted. âSheâs ââ
âPretty?â
âBeautiful. And mysterious â sheâs literally the only other person Iâve seen living on that street.â
Pip shifted in his beanbag. His periscope eyes zoomed in. âA mysterious chick who lives in the woods? Sounds hot.â
âSounds what ?â Jella called, looking around distractedly.
âI mean, sounds not,â Pip self-corrected. âUndead alert, Jella.â
Too late. Gore splattered the screen, and she sighed as she found herself on the restart
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