Chapter Two
EVEN though the music was driving her insane, the disco beat infected every move she made. Cheryl couldn’t help but bounce a bit as she walked up the stairs to her apartment. She was due to start a shift on the psychic hotline soon, but hoped to get some rest first. If only this music would leave her alone. She was disappointed to see him standing on the landing. He wore black bell-bottom jeans and a black shirt with a sheen only unnatural fabrics have. His mahogany skin glistened with sweat, and his Afro was a bit uneven on one side. He stared down at her with a forlorn expression. Cheryl shook her head at him as she approached.
“What do you want from me?” she said aloud, not caring if the neighbors could hear her standing in the hall talking to herself. “You’re ruining me w
