I'm Only Here for the Beard by Lani Lynn Vale

Author:Lani Lynn Vale [Vale, Lani Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-05-31T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

I think we all want the same thing. Love. World peace. And to be fucked so hard that we can’t go to work the next day.

-Naomi’s secret thoughts

Naomi

I was in a dead sleep when I woke suddenly, feeling weird. Wind moving over my skin. A noise that sounded like a shoe moving over a hard surface.

I rolled onto my side, cracked my eyelids open slightly and stared at the open window in confusion.

Why was it open? I definitely didn’t open it. It was far too cold out tonight for that, not to mention my mother would kill me for letting out the heat.

Oh God, I could just hear her now...

Naomi, do you pay the electric bill here? Was that a no? I’m sorry, can you speak up, I can’t hear you. That sure sounded like a ‘no’ to me. I know you can’t possibly be saying yes, since I know for certain that I’ve never once seen any money leave your pocket to help me pay this electric bill.

But there it was, the window that had been closed when I went to sleep stared back at me obviously flung wide open.

I sat up in bed, fear slithering down my spine, as I heard the unmistakable sound of a motorcycle starting up.

Just as suddenly, I heard the engine accelerate as it pulled away, leaving me wondering what in the hell had just happened and who had left.

My mother lived in a cul-de-sac. She had a neighbor on each side of her house, but they were both elderly, and I was pretty damn sure neither would be on a motorcycle in the middle of the night.

Mr. Worsham was an elderly man in his late nineties who could barely walk, let alone ride a motorcycle.

Mrs. Cooper was a seventy-nine-year-old widower whose son drive her everywhere, but only during daylight hours because she was scared to go out at night.

It wasn't anyone who lived on this street. Not because anybody here disliked motorcycles, but because this was such a quiet neighborhood that if one neighbor had one, the noise from it would draw the other neighbors’ attention. If one of my mother’s elderly neighbors had suddenly taken up riding a motorcycle, she’d have told me about it right away. That would be big news on her street!

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