My mind was on the shady character that had been watching us eat. I couldn’t help myself, I had to bring it up.“Did you notice someone watching us...during breakfast?” I asked as nonchalantly as possible, hoping to keep the tone casual and not too alarming.“What?!” Asked Alyssa, looking alarmed. “Someone was watching us?”“Yeah, this guy in the corner booth with all those people. He was wearing a sweater. Kept looking over at us. I don’t think I know him.”The light changed and we walked across the. The third one was wearing very short shorts. Before I could look at their faces, Mary Black took the single unoccupied chair, and crossed her legs, allowing her shoe to dangle from her painted toes. She had great legs, I thought.Around this time, I finally realised that I was sitting between Josephine and Cressida, and the girl in shorts was Teresa Carter.We all said hi, and so on. I was a bit uncomfortable, having the mother of my first mother in the same room. She seemed to sense this."I'm. She was coming from the shady copse at the entrance to Birdwell Park.Marcia's daughter was wearing an oversized army surplus jacket and apair of torn-out-at-the-knees jeans. Her face looked small and pale inthe midst of an unkempt nest of black hair.On her back she was lugging a lumpy backpack so oversized it appearedthat she'd fall backwards if she didn't stoop forward to keep herself onher feet. In one hand she gripped a silo-sized paper cup of coffee fromJava Heaven; in the other, she held a. The poor woman was scared shitless. Her eyes were as big as saucers and her mascara was running down her face. The lead man was doing the tracking, not that it took any expertise beyond being able to see. I could hear the woman’s stifled sobs as the second man pushed her roughly past me. “I told you to shut up, bitch,” the man whispered harshly to her as he passed me.I took advantage of his being distracted and the noise he was making to sneak out of my blind and clobber him in the side of the.