the stairs. One eye turns to focus on me. The other is vibrating back and forth so quickly that I wonder if heâs shorted out.
âGood morning, princess,â he says. âAnders says heâll ping you when he gets out of class. Your sister says sheâs going with Tariq, and sheâll let you know where they decide to hole up. Tariq says he thinks weâre all idiots who will believe that he outwitted NatSec on a three-Âwheeled golf cart. Can I get you anything?â
âNo, thanks,â I say. âI was just leaving.â
âExcellent.â He closes his eyes. I can see them both twitching together under his eyelids now. âIt was great meeting you. Iâm glad your sister turned out to be not dead. Have a blessed day.â
I âve gone maybe ten steps when I realize that I should have asked Gary for a gallon jug of water before I left. Between what I sweated out into Andersâ sheets and whatâs coming out of me now, Iâm gonna wind up shriveled up like a slug in salt before I make it home.
Of all the things that my brainless gene cutter gifted me with, I think the ice-Âage metabolism is the one I like least. I guess for some Âpeople there might be an advantage to being comfortable wearing a bikini in a snowstorm, but I live in Baltimore. It hasnât snowed here since Obama was in the White House, and being outside in the summer for me is like being one of the guests of honor at a crab feast.
Fortunately, thereâs a Jolly Pirate right there at the end of the block. While I wouldnât eat one of their doughnuts on a bet, Iâm guessing their bottled water is probably okay. The door dings as I enter. The air inside is at least twenty degrees cooler than outside, and Iâm thinking maybe Iâll hang around until my core temperature drops back into the nineties when the kid at the cash register slaps his palm on the counter and says âHey! No!â
I look around. Weâre the only ones in the store. Heâs looking right at me, and pointing at the door. Heâs a scrawny little thing, with a shaved head and a wispy brown goatee. The Jolly Pirate uniform makes him look like heâs dressed up in his fatherâs clothes for Halloween.
âIâm sorry,â I say. âYouâre not talking to me, are you?â
âYeah,â he says. âIâm talking to you.â His voice cracks, and his lower lip is trembling. âNo Altered. You need to go.â
I stare at him. He grits his teeth and stares back. I walk slowly to the drink cooler by the counter. I have no idea whatâs happening right now, but I am thirsty, and I am going to get a bottle of water. I open the case, and take my time making a selection as the cold air flows across my legs. I choose a liter bottle of Appalachian Sweet, let the door swing closed, and set the bottle on the counter.
It sits there between us for a solid thirty seconds.
Finally, I pick up the bottle and tap it against the reader, then tap my phone for payment. A receipt pops up on my screen. I discard it.
And then he hits me.
I duck my chin, and his fist smacks into the top of my head. The snap of his hand breaking rattles all the way down my spine. I stagger a half step back from the counter and look up. Heâs holding his right hand up in front of his face. The index and middle fingers have an extra bend between the knuckles and the wrist. His eyes are anime-Âwide, and a high-Âpitched whistle is coming from his nose.
As God is my witness, I will never understand how Âpeople like this drove Âpeople like me to extinction.
âThank you,â I say. âYouâve been incredibly helpful.â I turn to the door.
âWe wonât forget Hagerstown,â he croaks, as my hand touches the crash bar.
âNeither will I,â I say without pausing. âMy sister was there.â
I stand on the corner outside for a few minutes, drinking my
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