The next morning I woke up to Lulabell sitting on the end of my bed. "I told you you'd have some explaining." She said.
I rubbed my eyes. I wasn't wearing my gray contacts right now. "I ran away from my family is all."
"And yet you just changed your appearance? No name change, didn't even change where you lived?"
"Why would I do that? When I ran I had already made my career off of being a paid assassin. If I changed my name I'd loose my revenue."
"And I'm guessing your daddy wants you back?"
"He didn't like me running in the first place."
"Then don't go back." She said. "Stay here with us. We'll keep you safe." I stared at her for a second.
"Why would you offer me that?" I asked, not meaning to sound offended. "You have all only just met me. What if... someone paid me to kill all of you? What would you do then?"
"We'd kill you."
I stopped for a second. "Really?"
"Sissy, We're all armed all the time. You couldn't possibly sneak up on us. And even if you got one or two, you still have the others. We know this house better than anyone cause we built it from the ground up. There are secret compartments and passages and everything, and you expect to take us out in our own house?"
"Well once we left to go somewhere..."
"We don't go places," She said, cutting me off. "We're kamikaze, redneck, Neo-Nazis. We can't go outside without someone shooting at us. And we're prepared to hurt ourselves to hurt those that stand in our way."
I was just staring now. I eally didn't know what to think. "Are you like that too? Do you believe that the Arians are the ultimate race?"
She took a drag on her cigarette. "I don't know what I believe."
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Later that day I went out to Lulabell. She was working on her Camero. I sat next to the car.
"Are you angry at something?" I asked.
"No."
"Do you have, like, magical powers? Because you seem to know when things are going to go okay."
"Just good instinct."
"I still think you're angry at something."
"I dunno, maybe I am. Can't do anything about it 'cause I don't know what's wrong."
"You're always so quiet."
"I've got nothing to say." I stopped asking her questions at that point. All I could see was her heeled cork sandals sticking out from under the car. She slid out. "I like my clothes, my cars, my guns, and my men. If I'm not getting a new one or improving a previous one I don't get excited, got it? But it's okay. I'm not mad or angry with you. Yer part of our family now. I can't let anythin' happen to you. Even if it seems like I don' care, I do. Kay?" I nodded and gave her a big hug. She obviously wasn't expecting it because she stopped everything she was doing and it took her a second to react. She lightly put her arms around me and relaxed.
"It's okay. Nothing will get you either."