Mr. Tall called me over. I had been working with Evra, gathering food
for the Leftie and the others. Silently I went over to him. Evra looked
at him curiously he beckoned for him too. We followed him to his trailer
door where he stood silently for a few moments, thinking to himself.
Finally he nodded and opened the door. A pale figure seemed blinded for
a moment, covering its face with its arm. He ushered us in and we stood
there blinking. The figure, a pale girl, about Evra's height, got up and
crossed the room in a few strides. She talked in a hushed way to Mr.
Tall in a funny language. They stopped talking and she looked over his
shoulder at me, blinking slowly looking at me, as if she was looking into
my soul, as if she was reading my life's story like an open book.
Her hair was messily tied back, half in a bun, the rest hanging around
her face. She was deathly pale, a vampire, I thought. Her eyes were
mismatched, one an emerald green, the other a purple, that reminded me of
a rock I saw in a museum once. She wore all black, a turtleneck, a pair
of pants and a black coat over that. Her boots were black also, half
laced about to fall off it seemed. She smiled and said some thing; to me
it seemed, in that funny language. I suppose I just stared because then
she said.