"Why do you always read with that monocle?"

Graverobber looked up from his tabloid to see Shilo staring at him. Since the opera she would sometimes come by his dumpster to deliver food and keep him company, which he didn't mind. She was the only person in his life that didn't beg him for free shots, or try to buy zydrate with sex; she was just here for friendly company.

"What do you mean?" he asked as he returned to his magazine. There was an article about the 'benefits' of getting digital corneas and recording all memories.

"Why do you read everything with that stupid monocle?" she asked again.

"Because my eyes aren't good enough to read the small text," he responded as he flipped the page and kept on reading.

"Cant you just get glasses?"

"Why would I do that?"

"Because it would be easier than holding that little thing."

He continued to read, trying to ignore her badgering about a tiny piece of glass.

"I think you would look awesome with reading glasses."

Graverobber looked up, meeting Shilo's curious eyes. Of course he thought about it, but he always told himself he would look stupid wearing glasses and that the monocle would look cooler. Many of his junkies brought this up with him, but one shot of z and they're out like a light.

"Let's make a deal," he said as he put down his newspaper. "Find me a pair of glasses that don't make me look stupid, and I'll stop using the monocle. If you can't, you have to shut up about it and let me read."

Shilo smiled broadly and immediately left to look for a store that sold reading glasses. Graverobber was happy she was out of his hair and he could continue with looking through the papers. He finished reading and put the papers in a fire that was burning in an oil drum. He watched the images of Amber Sweet be engulfed in fire and turn to ash; he loved watching this with a sadistic smile.

He felt tiny hands on his back and turned around to see Shilo smiling widely at him. In her hands was a plastic bag with a pair of glasses inside. Before he could say anything she pulled them out and put them on him, then held up a hand held mirror to show how he looked. He had to admit that he did look nice in them; the frames were perfectly round like a pair of '60's sunglasses which suited his strange nature.

Without saying anything, he handed her his monocle.