Re: Pat & Lou: boxes
It was good Lou didn't know the kid had been dead. Her world view had wolves in it, and she understood that world. She knew there were other things people could be that wasn't one hundred percent genuine human and she knew she could smell them, that was just fact. But she hadn't come across dead that could not be dead any more, not once in the twenty years and change she had known weird was alive, kicking and probably hung around the Cat on a Friday night. Her cheekbones in the mirror reminded her of her mother, and it was one of the few ways the mystery puzzle that was her make-up matched the woman who probably still slung coffee and peach pie to regulars.
She didn't know the kid didn't like meat either, but Lou was big on meat. All times of the month, not just the times she'd tear its throat out and eat it paws to entrails, but steaming with melted cheese worked fine when she wasn't getting fuzzy after dark. The kid took his beer and followed her and she reached for the box-spring and flipped it down from lying on its side, and gestured with her elbow toward the mattress, like, 'help' without saying anything at all.
"Long walks on the beach? Got a lot of ingenuity to find a beach in Repose." Eyebrow cocked, grinning, entertained. "So you like the woods." Didn't comment on that he smelled like them.