Chapter 14

Oddly enough, the evening went well after my attempted murder by the demon boy.  Jennifer and I compared notes for our Pre-Cal homework and talked about normal everyday teenage girl stuff.  She asked me if I had a crush on anyone, I asked her if she had really kissed Jimmy Stills back in fifth grade.  Normal 'transforming into young adults' type of talk.

"How's your neck feeling?" I asked.

Jennifer looked at me as if I had just asked her to drop out of high-school and live on the streets with me.  My attempt to judge her recollection regarding her death and the horrifying way she died had come and gone.  She did not remember a thing, as if that time in her life did not ever click off her life clock.  

She said, "what are you talking about Naomi?"

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