He walked over where the window should be and pulled back the curtain and they saw that the window was boarded up.
“We better hurry or she’ll be in here to check on us.” Jordan said. When they all sat down to eat their salads Jordan said, “Can I ask you a question?”
“Is it about my book?” he nodded and glanced over at Lyncon. She studied Lyncon for a moment. He seemed really afraid of being there with her. He had short black hair and hazel eyes. He dressed almost completely opposite from Rodger who showed up in wide leg jeans and a t shirt with a long sleeve shirt underneath. Lyncon wore slacks and a dress top and jacket. He looked at her and quickly looked away. “You can ask me anything you want so long as he tells me why he’s afraid of me.”
They looked at him and waited for him to reply. “Look, I don’t mean to be rude to you, it’s just that it’s weird to come into a persons place and see that they barely have anything and their walls are covered with whatever these are and the windows are boarded up. I’ll be ok, I figured you’d be eccentric.” She nodded and then looked at Jordan.
“Did Moira’s mother and sister really kill her grandmother?” he asked.
“I can’t tell you that. It’s going to be in the book I’m writing right now.” she said with a laugh.
“Ok, does Moira really love Lola or is she just using her?” he asked.
“Well you read the book; Lola is the one who knows things Moira doesn’t. Who do you think is using who?” she asked. He nodded but didn’t say anything. “What parts did you like Lyncon?”
“I like when she made that ephebophile give her a lap dance before she killed him.” he said without thinking hard on the answer.
They all talked long into the night and none of them were afraid of each other anymore. Lyncon still thought she was insane but he didn’t fear her like he did. Jordan still felt comfortable with her even though their meeting had been awkward. Something about the dessert made them not want to leave.
“What do you put in this?” they asked as the same time.
“It’s a secret but I’ll tell you that when love is put inside, it’s true.” she and gave them a sly smile. “Does that mean you will both be staying the night then?” They nodded enthusiastically. “Good.”
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