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Show Blue Run/61 8. Josephine Joey's best friend then was this Catholic girl named Melody whose mother taught piano up Shelley Street She carried a Ouija Board with her at all times, and was always predicting the end of the world, either by flood or fire or heretofore unknown pestilence. Joey and Melody scooped stringy flesh out through the hole I'd cut in the thing's head, while I separated out seeds for baking. A good idea. Melody claimed, since the whole world was about to go kabang and eating pumpkin seeds was known to get you reborn into the next. "Who tells you this?" O.W.'s old transistor radio was staticky, but I could still make out Marty Robbins singing my woman, my woman, my wife like he really meant it. "Otto " "Otto?" "Otto." The olive-skinned girl pointed a finger at the glossy board by her feet, the one glass eye just now lighting up the cursive letter D. She said, "He knows." "Tell me all about it." "The end is nigh." |