Jam Pony's pretty much what I expected. "Excuse me," I say to a guy with
greasy hair and a bike. "Can you tell me where Original Cindy is?"
"Cindy's out on a run. She'll be back soon. Do you mind if I ask why
you're looking for her?"
"Do you mind if I ask how it's any of your business?"
"Just looking out for a friend. My name's Sketchy. Do you mind if I ask what
your name might be?"
"Jondy."
"Jondy?" a female voice echoes behind me. I turn to see a well-dressed
African-American woman. "As in Original Cindy's boo Max's sistah Jondy?"
"Yes," I say.
"I'm Original Cindy and we need to talk," Cindy says, grabbing my arm and
heading for a couple of chairs.
"Cindy! Hot Run!" yells a man with glasses behind a counter.
"I'm on break, bitch!" Cindy responds and we keep walking.
We sit down. I tell her about Logan and how he told me that Cindy and Max
were friends, and that she could maybe help me find a job and tell me more
about my sister.
Cindy gets me a job. Cindy also says I can use Max's old bike, which is good
because I don't think stealing one would be such a great idea around here.
"Okay, you have a job, so now we can talk about Max," Original Cindy says
while we deliver a package. "You know about her and Logan, right?"
"Yeah, he loves her."
"But it took forever for him to realize it and it took her that long too.
Everyone but them realized they were meant for each other. When she went into
heat, she slept with some hot boy and felt so guilty about it afterwards she
came home crying. All because she couldn't admit her feelings for Logan"
"Logan said that he couldn't say he loved her when she was alive but he says
it every day now. Cruel twist of fate."
"Yeah, I guess that's what you could call it," Cindy said, and we rode in
silence the rest of the day.
greasy hair and a bike. "Can you tell me where Original Cindy is?"
"Cindy's out on a run. She'll be back soon. Do you mind if I ask why
you're looking for her?"
"Do you mind if I ask how it's any of your business?"
"Just looking out for a friend. My name's Sketchy. Do you mind if I ask what
your name might be?"
"Jondy."
"Jondy?" a female voice echoes behind me. I turn to see a well-dressed
African-American woman. "As in Original Cindy's boo Max's sistah Jondy?"
"Yes," I say.
"I'm Original Cindy and we need to talk," Cindy says, grabbing my arm and
heading for a couple of chairs.
"Cindy! Hot Run!" yells a man with glasses behind a counter.
"I'm on break, bitch!" Cindy responds and we keep walking.
We sit down. I tell her about Logan and how he told me that Cindy and Max
were friends, and that she could maybe help me find a job and tell me more
about my sister.
Cindy gets me a job. Cindy also says I can use Max's old bike, which is good
because I don't think stealing one would be such a great idea around here.
"Okay, you have a job, so now we can talk about Max," Original Cindy says
while we deliver a package. "You know about her and Logan, right?"
"Yeah, he loves her."
"But it took forever for him to realize it and it took her that long too.
Everyone but them realized they were meant for each other. When she went into
heat, she slept with some hot boy and felt so guilty about it afterwards she
came home crying. All because she couldn't admit her feelings for Logan"
"Logan said that he couldn't say he loved her when she was alive but he says
it every day now. Cruel twist of fate."
"Yeah, I guess that's what you could call it," Cindy said, and we rode in
silence the rest of the day.