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get.”
She laughed before saying, “If you ask me, it’d be too hard to pry him out of that tin can, even if he were real.”
“Is that all you ever think about?”
Kat pretended to actually consider the question. “Mostly.”
I began unbuckling my sword belt as I walked to the hook where it normally hung.
“What’s wrong, Lil? What’s really wrong?” she asked.
With my back still turned to her, I answered as honestly as I could. “When I figure it out, I’ll let you know.” She seemed to understand my answer. As we walked past the large full length mirror near the door, I realized we looked like different sides of the same coin. Kat looked so vibrant and alive. Her snug white pants and sleeveless matching blouse looked fresh, like the summer day outside.
Preferring form fitting clothes for training, so as not to hinder my movements, I wore black yoga style pants and a sleeveless matching shirt. Both were tight enough to reveal I’d lost more weight lately. I had always been slender, but as of late, I’d begun to look positively thin. Staring at my reflection that morning, I looked every bit like the Death the dark woman had called me that night.
RED
Tracey H. Kitts
38
“Speaking of morose,” Kat said, “What’s wrong with Alfred?” She gave a sort of half laugh. “Who pissed in his cornflakes?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “That would be me, I’m afraid. I sort of … told him about cuffing Marco to the chair when I questioned him.”
Her mouth fell open slightly. “And he was jealous?’
“I think so.”
Kathryn looked as if that was the best news she’d heard in a long time. “Really?
You know,” she added, smiling, “This might not be a bad thing.”
She was right. The ‘bad thing’ was waiting in my kitchen. As we walked across the house from the training room, my ears were assaulted by the sound of shrill feminine laughter. Kat shot a questioning look at me. We entered the kitchen to find a woman I did not know obviously flirting with Alfred. I wanted her out of my house.
“Lilith.” Alfred smiled. “I’d like you to meet our new neighbor ….”
“Marcy Johnson,” the woman said, rising from the table and extending her hand.
I looked at the hand with its polished red nails as if someone had just offered me strychnine. My lip curled slightly as I forced myself to say, “A pleasure, I’m sure.” She looked awkwardly at her outstretched hand. Before she could retract the offer, Kat seized her hand and introduced herself quickly, “Kathryn Roberts,” she said with a smile.
I gave Kathryn a look that said clearly, “Whose side are you on?” as she turned her fake smile to me, and nodded toward the two empty seats at the table. I ignored the gesture, walking toward the refrigerator instead, while Kat took a seat beside our guest .
Marcy looked to be about five foot seven. She had blond frizzy hair, a flat chest, wide ass, and a pointy nose. I opened the fridge and pretended to look for something in order to avoid conversation as much as possible.
“So, Marcy, what do you do?” Kat asked.
I paused for her response. “I’m a teacher,” she said, her thin lips parting in a sugary sweet smile that turned my stomach. I closed the refrigerator door harder than I’d intended to and she turned her big blue bug eyes on me. “And what do you do?” she asked.
I smiled maliciously, about to blurt out that I killed frizzy headed school teachers, but Alfred interrupted, “Lilith’s an artist,” he said quickly.
“Ah, that explains it,” she said, glancing at my bare feet with their deep purple toenails, lingering on the dragonfly tattooed to the top of my right big toe. I wiggled the toe and she jumped, much to my satisfaction. Her sweet smile wavered only slightly as she turned her attention back to Kat.
“What about you?” she asked.
“I’m an interior designer,” Kat answered.
Marcy gave another shrill giggle, casually
She laughed before saying, “If you ask me, it’d be too hard to pry him out of that tin can, even if he were real.”
“Is that all you ever think about?”
Kat pretended to actually consider the question. “Mostly.”
I began unbuckling my sword belt as I walked to the hook where it normally hung.
“What’s wrong, Lil? What’s really wrong?” she asked.
With my back still turned to her, I answered as honestly as I could. “When I figure it out, I’ll let you know.” She seemed to understand my answer. As we walked past the large full length mirror near the door, I realized we looked like different sides of the same coin. Kat looked so vibrant and alive. Her snug white pants and sleeveless matching blouse looked fresh, like the summer day outside.
Preferring form fitting clothes for training, so as not to hinder my movements, I wore black yoga style pants and a sleeveless matching shirt. Both were tight enough to reveal I’d lost more weight lately. I had always been slender, but as of late, I’d begun to look positively thin. Staring at my reflection that morning, I looked every bit like the Death the dark woman had called me that night.
RED
Tracey H. Kitts
38
“Speaking of morose,” Kat said, “What’s wrong with Alfred?” She gave a sort of half laugh. “Who pissed in his cornflakes?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “That would be me, I’m afraid. I sort of … told him about cuffing Marco to the chair when I questioned him.”
Her mouth fell open slightly. “And he was jealous?’
“I think so.”
Kathryn looked as if that was the best news she’d heard in a long time. “Really?
You know,” she added, smiling, “This might not be a bad thing.”
She was right. The ‘bad thing’ was waiting in my kitchen. As we walked across the house from the training room, my ears were assaulted by the sound of shrill feminine laughter. Kat shot a questioning look at me. We entered the kitchen to find a woman I did not know obviously flirting with Alfred. I wanted her out of my house.
“Lilith.” Alfred smiled. “I’d like you to meet our new neighbor ….”
“Marcy Johnson,” the woman said, rising from the table and extending her hand.
I looked at the hand with its polished red nails as if someone had just offered me strychnine. My lip curled slightly as I forced myself to say, “A pleasure, I’m sure.” She looked awkwardly at her outstretched hand. Before she could retract the offer, Kat seized her hand and introduced herself quickly, “Kathryn Roberts,” she said with a smile.
I gave Kathryn a look that said clearly, “Whose side are you on?” as she turned her fake smile to me, and nodded toward the two empty seats at the table. I ignored the gesture, walking toward the refrigerator instead, while Kat took a seat beside our guest .
Marcy looked to be about five foot seven. She had blond frizzy hair, a flat chest, wide ass, and a pointy nose. I opened the fridge and pretended to look for something in order to avoid conversation as much as possible.
“So, Marcy, what do you do?” Kat asked.
I paused for her response. “I’m a teacher,” she said, her thin lips parting in a sugary sweet smile that turned my stomach. I closed the refrigerator door harder than I’d intended to and she turned her big blue bug eyes on me. “And what do you do?” she asked.
I smiled maliciously, about to blurt out that I killed frizzy headed school teachers, but Alfred interrupted, “Lilith’s an artist,” he said quickly.
“Ah, that explains it,” she said, glancing at my bare feet with their deep purple toenails, lingering on the dragonfly tattooed to the top of my right big toe. I wiggled the toe and she jumped, much to my satisfaction. Her sweet smile wavered only slightly as she turned her attention back to Kat.
“What about you?” she asked.
“I’m an interior designer,” Kat answered.
Marcy gave another shrill giggle, casually
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