I couldn’t imagine Jane hurting me, but I felt a knot of fear growing in my gut anyway. Humans are always afraid of something.
THE ONLY THING ordinary about Jane was her name. She reminded me of a praying mantis, though it was hard to imagine Jane praying. She was tall and skinny but muscular like Sarah Connor in the second Terminator movie. She could walk on her hands. She showed me the night we met.
We were by the pool at some dean’s house welcoming incoming freshmen into the honors program that included the two of us. She found me in the backyard by the pool thinking about trying to call my boyfriend. Read more »