Chapter 11-3
“DON’T LOOK ANYBODY in their eyes,” Beatrice stated confidently as we walked down the street toward a dark alley on our left. “And don’t go into any dark alleys. You’re just asking for trouble if you do.” “It was the same on Earth,” I replied. “Was it? I guess so. I was murdered in a dark alley, so I have a thing about them.” “You were murdered?” “Course,” she said, turning around. “You don’t think I died of natural causes, do you? I’m too tough for that!” Beatrice yanked up her shirt and revealed a jagged hole through her chest where her heart would be, and I could see the street on the other side of it. “Gross,” I said, my nose scrunching up at the sight of it. “Yeah. You can touch it if you want. People like to touch it.” I shook my head. “That’s okay.” Beatrice pulled down her
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