" Just wondering..." Well, don't." I was a little nervous Emily was going to say the M-word,my old name. She might even want to talk to him, but what ...ould I say?Martin's not at home. He hadn't been in a long time, although heneglected to fill out a change of address form and his mail still cameto me.Emily kind of looked at me funny (something had been up with her for awhile), then took me around the shoulders and led me down the hall tothe kitchen, where Mom stood, camera in hand. She pinned a. "Hi there, Kitten!" she said, loud enough for everyone at the long,crowded bar to hear."Shhh!" I told her, finger to my lips, seeing people staring at us,especially at her, a joy to behold.She laughed, hugged me, and kissed me, a girl-to-girl peck on the lips. "What's wrong, Miss Kitty?" she whispered into my ear, knowing I wasticklish there. "Don't you want anyone to know what a girl you are? Mygirl?" Well, if you put it that way," I said, grinning at this beautifulblonde movie-star. And she can't do that. Because if she does stop she might see something. What that something might be she has no idea except that it freezes her blood. So she keeps walking, her eyes fixed on the pavement in front of her. It's only four blocks now.Mister Miller had tried to stop her. She had seen him run across the parking lot, his nose bleeding. She had heard him babbling about something in the mist and how it had taken John Lee. It wasn't that she didn't believe him. It was just that nothing. He was still a virgin but I told him that we could take care of that easy enough if he wanted too. Dad was right I was pretty brazen to offer to let a strange boy fuck me.Our parents got off to a good start. They were both single raising a child, professors, and interested in the same stupid bug. We fixed dinner from dehydrated food packets and sat around watching the sunset. Then it was bedtime. Yeah right.I got to go in first and wash up with a whole cup of water and a washcloth. When I was.