As the door was opened, Graeme stepped in, taking a look at the people in the room. āSorry Iām laāā He trailed off as his eyes landed on everyone. First, and probably the easiest for him to understand, was the woman. He took in the blue dress, the heels, the hair piled on her head as if she was on her way somewhere fancy. Interesting. Then there was the man who looked as if he stepped straight out of a Bram Stoker novel. Also interesting.
The other two people in the room gave Graeme pause. First, the smallish purple⦠creature? Granted, this was Wing City and Graeme had seen some very bizarre things, but they never ceased to intrigue him. Half the time, he had to take a few moments to determine whether what he was seeing was real or just a figment of his overactive imagination. He was pretty sure this creature was real, but it didnāt seem to fit into the idyllic family setting provided by the other threeā¦
Speaking of the other three, the final person in the room that caused Graemeās eyebrows to raise in surprise was the kid. A kid? Really? He looked between the kid and the woman and man. Related. Okay. But⦠a kid? With a sigh, Graeme shook his head slightly. Well, this
was Wing City, and fifty bucks was fifty bucks, right? After a quick glance around, he moved over toward a small table, and after setting the boom box on it, he took one more glance around at the people in the room. A kid? This
was Wing City. Maybe the kid was older than he appeared. It was rude to ask, and he
had received instructions not to question the attendees of this party when heād accepted the job. Well, here goes nothingā¦
Pressing play on the cassette tape deck, Graeme began simply by swiveling his hips and slowly unzipping his jacket as the
music flowed from the speakers.