AROUND A WEEK LATER, my brother came over to drop off the groceries I'd asked him to pick up for me. Despite the fact that I was currently trying to grow used to the stares that I knew would follow me for the rest of my life, I needed a break. I had been going to Wallflower Diner for the past couple of days each morning. And of course, wherever I went twelve Iron Order motorcycles followed so that increased the stares by a million. The guys who followed me weren't overbearing, though. They actually seemed to be trying to give me as much space as possible. However, after what happened at Walmart last time, a couple of them were required to follow me inside and keep an eye on me.
It was kind of stifling but I preferred it over having that greasy-haired man follow me around. Remembering how
