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Show All the Variables & Other Love Stories 92 disapproval of authority figures. Really, all Anthony had wanted by joining a band was to play his new bass and make more friends. He didn't like pretending to be mean and apathetic and disenfranchised. Good hell, he lived with his mom. His life was not that wretched. Anthony feared his mom would-at the very least-castrate him for raining the house, and Kell couldn't disagree. Worst of all, Anthony informed him, Lindsay was fucking everybody, and half the dudes present were star-crossed with erotic misery. "Something must've happened with her dad," Kell said. Only moments ago Anthony had accidentally walked in on Lindsay for the second time that evening. She'd forgotten to lock the door and he'd figured she must not be in there anymore. He'd been wrong. He'd stood in the doorway while Lindsay and Siobhan lie kissing in bed. Siobhan's naked body, soft and nubile with child, had writhed against Lindsay. Standing in the open doorway, Anthony had felt something mystical in the room between the two women. The sweet and humid scent of sex overpowered the room, and Anthony thought this must have been how the universe began: with two women holding each other at the warm, loving, well-lighted center of everything. When they saw him, Lindsay stood up in front of the picture window. The overhead lights had licked her whole body in honey-gold, and the night beyond the window had engulfed her head in a clean circle of impenetrable blackness Anthony had introduced Kell to Lindsay because they shared the same blood-type, and Kell was a vampire. Not a gothic fashion travesty in black lipstick and frilly blouses with an unfortunate affinity for Peter Murphy, but a real vampire. He'd explained it one night back when Popsicle's hair had been silver, while they all sat |
