“At least, that’s what I thought,” she carried on like I hadn’t said anything.
How could she think that? She was flat out pretty.
“Don’t you look in the mirror?” I asked, not meaning to be a bitch but… seriously.
“I thought, once Eddie saved me he’d lose interest in me because he’s so good-looking and I’m… not.”
“You’re loopy,” Annette told her.
I kept staring at her and her hand squeezed mine.
“Eddie saved me awhile ago,” she whispered.
I felt my throat close.
I felt my throat close.
“Jet…” my voice was barely audible.
“Hank sees gray. You may think he doesn’t, he may act like he doesn’t, he may even say he doesn’t. But he does. I promise,” her voice was just as low.
“I’m stil leaving,” I said.
She nodded, “I understand that too.”
“Thank you.”
“Though, you aren’t leaving,” she said.
“I am,” I said back.
“You think you are, but you aren’t.”
“I am!” I said, kinda loud.
She just shook her head.
I glanced between Jet and Daisy. They were both grinning at me.
“Denver people are nuts,” I told Annette and Jason.
“I know. Don’t cha love it?” Annette replied.
* * * * *
We were at the front of the line to the haunted trail, the doors to the trail in front of us, each side of the door held a flaming torch. A man wearing ful ghoul makeup and a big, hooded black cloak was standing in front of the door, glaring at us, completely “in character”. It was dark, it was cold and I was already scared out of my mind.
* * * * *
We’d had troubles from the start. First, the haunted house was out in the middle of nowhere, the night was dark; only the haze of Denver lights could be seen in the distance. This total y freaked me out.
Then Daisy’s limo caused a sensation when we pul ed into the parking lot. Then Daisy caused a sensation when she alighted from the limo. It wasn’t the thing to wear a skintight, rhinestone-encrusted jumpsuit with high-heeled, platform boots to a haunted house in the middle of the country. People stared. They didn’t know if she was Dol y Parton, if she was a Dol y Parton impersonator or of she was some other important personage. Someone even approached her and asked her for her autograph.
“Wel , aren’t you sweet?” Daisy squealed on a tinkly bel laugh and signed the piece of paper and then, before handing it back she kissed it with her frosty pink lipstick.
Then, we found out there were no weapons al owed.
They tried to confiscate not only the stun guns but also the ful -blown gun Carl wore on his belt.