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A
skinny man, about 5’2”, all in black, dropped to the ground and grabbed Emma by
the knees. Long, slick brown hair
fell in front of his face, and he started a desperate monologue.
“Your sister was a wonderful woman. Nobody alive was as good as her, as
kind, as generous, as giving. She
taught me in 9th grade, you know that? She treated me like a son. Nobody could hurt an angel like her. Nobody, not even that custodian,
Jam. She loved him, too, she did.”
Emma readjusted her body, throwing the man off her
knees. He fell on the pavement,
looking up at her now, his hair off his face. I saw a scar running from his
left lip to his ear. His eyes were
cat-green, and a sour smell fumed off his clothes.
“Don’t
be so dramatic, Zookie.” Emma put
her hand up to hold the man away.
“You know Magda didn’t like that sort of display. Think of her, for goodness sake. Maybe she caught somebody robbing the
lunchroom and they attacked her. We don’t know if it was Jam yet. Stop
guessing.”
“That doesn’t make any sense, Emma,” Zookie stood
up. “There’s no reason for our
Magda to be down at the bottom of the caverns at night unless Jam asked her to
come.”
Zookie’s green eyes were showing red around the
edges, and I realized he was drunk or stoned, or both. Emma followed my look, and explained Zookie.
“He was one of Magda’s students,” Emma flipped a hand
in his direction, “when she taught high school here in Carlsbad. Magda helped her students out when
they…they had problems.”
Zookie took offense at this. “She saved my life over and over again,
is what she did. She said so herself.
I’d be dead without her.”
“Zookie,” Emma stood up now, looking the skinny man
in the face. “You can’t save someone’s life over and over again. The truth is you manipulated…”
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