Lulu Dark Can See Through Walls by Bennett Madison

Author:Bennett Madison
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin USA, Inc.

Nothing lasts long, though, especially certainty. It’s like water in the desert—gone before you know it. And before you realize what’s happening, you’re parched again, looking for a new oasis.

My rude awakening came while I was on the train heading back downtown. I was just standing there, turning my new license back and forth, admiring the picture, when I looked up and saw, for the second time in one day, Sally Hansen! She was standing on the platform, waiting for the train doors to open.

I quickly elbowed my way to a back corner and stood behind a heavyset businessman reading a copy of the Halo City Times. I crouched down and peered over the edge of his paper. Sally was getting on the train.

Seeing her once today had been jarring enough. Now I was downright frightened. This girl was totally following me. Luckily she didn’t appear to be aware of my hiding spot. She had pulled out a magazine and was leaning against the door on the far side of the car.

It seemed possible that she was trying to look inconspicuous, although that would have been hard in the outfit she was wearing. She was all high-glam lunacy—with caked-on Cleopatra eyeliner, cartoon cleavage, and platinum hair teased into a white-blond nimbus. She was wearing pink hot pants and gold stiletto heels that laced all the way up her calves. Naturally, her French manicure was impeccably maintained.

I took out my notebook. SALLY HANSEN- PINK HOT PANTS!!! I scribbled, adding a third exclamation point to emphasize that this was my fourth run-in with the obsessive filer. You never knew when such information would come in handy.

I tried not to panic. Other than calling me a cow and shooting death rays at me with those heavily masacara’d eyes, she hadn’t actually done anything to me. Not yet. And at least she wasn’t carrying a machete or a battle-ax.

I was straining to see what magazine she was reading when my businessman camouflage abruptly closed his paper and shuffled off the train, leaving me an open target. I freaked and leapt behind a small elderly woman chewing a wad of gum.

“Excuse me,” the old lady hollered, calling the attention of the entire car. Sally’s head shot up and she looked me right in the eye.

The train was about to pull out of the station, so I made a furious break for the door, hoping that I could lose her. As I rushed through the turnstile, out of the station, I looked over my shoulder and saw that she had managed to make it out of the train too.

Sweat formed on my forehead. There was no doubt about it now. I was being followed by a manicure-crazed, hot-pants-wearing freak. A freak who could be a murderer!

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