brandy leans on me, Brandy, she leans on the edge of the countertop. "I have to tell you," Brandy says, "but I do love you." She says, "I can't tell you how this is for you, but I want us to be a family."
"You know," she says, "I'm on drugs so it's all right if I tell you this." Brandy looks at me bent over her, offering a hand up.
Her hair, it's gotten all flat in the back.īrandy comes up on one elbow. What you can do with all that money, I don't know, but I'm sure I'll find out.īrandy's lapsed into major hair emergence status so I shake her.īrandy's Aubergine Dreams eyes flicker, blink, flicker, squint. At least a half a million dollars, I figure. There's still Evie's insurance money to pick up.
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Sun comes through the porthole windows at a low, low angle,a nd the post office will be closing soon. I pick up the cosmetics and drugs scattered across the countertops and I put them away. I put the book back in the inside pocket of Brandy's jacket. The blond is crowded with pearls, and what could be diamonds sparkle here and there. On the cover is a satellite photo of Hurricane Blonde just off the West Coast of her face. I tuck the postcard between the vaginoplasty brochures and the labiaplasty handouts stuck between the pages of the Miss Rona book. When did the future, Ellis wrote on the back of a postcard. Happiness and peace and love and comfort. The way everything was supposed to turn out. Overrun with Goths wearing sandals and soaking lentils at home, the future I wanted was gone. You could look out the bathroom's porthole windows and see what's become of the future. It's a postcard of clean, sun-bleached 2962 skies and an opening-day Space Needle. I pick up the jacket, and my souvenir from the future falls out. All I'd have to do is get Brandy cross-haired in front of Evie's rifle.īrandy's suite jacket with its sanitary little waist and mode three quarter sleeves is still folded on the aquamarine countertop beside the big clam shell sink. Manus is still so in love with Brandy he'd follow her anywhere, even if he's not sure why. Some kind of cross fire I could walk away from. There had to be some way better to kill Brandy.
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