"I passed the local Laundromat and inside saw
the newspaper girl from outside the bakery inside folding clothes while talking
to a girl who could almost, from a distance, be her twin. I moved to where the window of the Laundromat
met the brick of the next building and used it to shield myself while I gawked.
strange how you’ve never seen something in your life, but then once you become
aware of it, you see it everywhere. Such
was the case with this girl—now that I’d seen her once, I saw her
wasn’t like anything I’d ever seen. She
was just pure beauty—simple and uncomplicated. When she laughed the sides of
her nostrils flared a little bit and she held on to her friend’s arm. Her friend proceeded to do a little off
kilter jig and it threw her into a fit of doubled over laughter. I wished the window wasn’t barring me from
the sound of her laughter. I knew,
without having experienced it, that it was exquisite.
Ugh—keep walking stalker man.
I shook myself out of a daze and kept walking until I got about ten
feet from my front door.
it, I had to think about her, right?
Beth sat on the stoop eating what
looked like beef jerky. I shuddered and barely contained the gulch from rising
in my throat. I hated beef jerky and the
thought of her beef jerky breath in my face—might as well make out with a
butcher, a stalker butcher."