leeveitâ:
she would never understand how bez could even stomach to be in the same room as one of âem. it tore her up every day to live in this house with bitchy jean but she didnât have a choice. and she didnât wanna give up her only home to some evil half-woman. but datinâ one of those monsters⊠kissinâ em? she couldnât understand it.
lee pursed her lips, not likinâ the sound of that. âwell⊠weâll see, huh?â she replied noncommittally. âyâknow i worry âbout you, bub.â
and she couldnât help thinkinâ of her daddy. what would he think of his son gettinâ it on with one of them things that killed him? killed them both. but she couldnât explain any of it without givinâ the whole story away.
she shrugged it off as best she could, changed the subject. âwanna see what i drew today?â
she worries âbout him. bez bites the inside of his cheek and sucks on it a little, like heâs afraid of sayinâ what first comes to mind. my boyfriendâs a vampire; ainât gotta worry âbout me. he glances to the window and thinks for a bit, like maybe thatâll help. like maybe, even after months, thereâs somethinâ he hasnât thought to say thatâll change how his sis feels about the guy he loves. loves. now thatâs a scary thought.
â haw haw, â he says instead, forcinâ a sad type of smile. â worry ? âbout me ? gotta worry more âbout what atrocious cereals mama bearâs been storinâ downstairs. â the curly-haired boy pulls a face. â bran flakes ? what happened to the cinnacrunch ? â bez clucks his tongue. thinkinâ âbout cereal almost masks the dread coilinâ up his throat.
â do i ? â heâs already scootinâ forward, a softer smile takinâ hold. lord, if this subject shift ainât savinâ his sorry ass. â like yâeven gotta ask, lee-lee. letâs see. â













