Alan got to his feet and extended his hand. "Hi there! I'm
Adam, your new neighbor! I brought coffees!"
She shook his hand, her long fingernails sharp on his palm. "Natalie,"
she said.
The other young woman passed a coffee to her. "He brought coffees," she
said. "Try it before you add anything to it." She turned to Alan. "I
thought you said your name was Alan?"
"Alan, Adam, Andy. Doesn't matter, I answer to any of them. My mom had a
hard time keeping our names straight."
"Funny," Natalie said, sipping at her coffee. "Two sugars, three
creams," she said, holding her hand out. The other woman silently passed
them to her.
"I haven't gotten your name yet," Alan said.
"Right," the other one said. "You sure haven't."
A young man, all of seventeen, with straggly sideburns and a shock of
pink hair sticking straight up in the air, shuffled into the room,
wearing cutoffs and an unbuttoned guayabera.
"Adam," Natalie said, "this is Link, my kid brother. Link, this is
Arthur -- he brought coffees."
"Hey, thanks, Arthur," Link said. He accepted his coffee and stood by
his sister, sipping reverently.
"So that leaves one more," Alan said. "And then we can get started."
Link snorted. "Not likely. Krishna doesn't get out of bed before noon."
"Krishna?" Alan said.
"My boyfriend," the nameless woman said. "He was up late.
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