This Manic Monday is brought to you by the title: Ramblings of a Rebel American
*not even close to being edited*
“I know you,” from out of nowhere Zion whispered,
almost like a secret prayer. He was
looking at me and his emotion had turned from stern stranger danger to
something like awe.
“No you
don’t.” I forced the word ‘don’t’
through clenched teeth. Samuel was
moving faster than I’d ever seen him, loading the food into the back of the
car.
Zion
quieted but it was almost impossible for me not to be recognized. My lips were plumper than normal and my eyes
were a pale shade of violet. Sometimes I
wore wigs and contacts but even with those, I was caught on a regular basis.
Right now I wore no wig, no make-up, no sunglasses. My blonde Mia Farrow haircut was perfect
under a wig but easily spotted.
We got
back into the car with enough food for the week when it was combined with the
others’. I glanced once towards Zion and
his grandfather had already gone in for the night—but he still stood
there. Oh, let me tell you, he knew exactly
who I was. I’d seen that look many a
time.
“Stop, Samuel. I have to warn him.”
“Hurry
up, he looks a little shady.”
“Says
the people on the run from the government.”
“To
their deaf dog.”
“Who
picked up his hammer and saw!”
“Shut
up and I’m serious—hurry.”
I
jumped back out of the car and raced over to Zion and really got in his
face—nearly spitting in his face. But I
grabbed his hand and squeezed, hoping to transfer some of my absolutely dead
seriousness through my grip.
“You
didn’t see me. You don’t know me. You seem smart. Forget you ever saw me or this shell you live
in will be shattered, “I nodded towards the house, “and his too. Don’t risk it.”
“Ok,”
he said and turned from me to stalk towards the house.
“Well,”
Samuel jabbed as I got back in and he pulled out towards our place.
“He’s
good. I put my spell on him, he’ll never
remember me tomorrow.”
He
shook an invisible eight ball, “The outlook is doubtful.”
“Shut
up and drive.”
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