Part 3 (2/2)

Evra glanced out the window. It had been snowing earlier and the world outside was frosty-white.

”Nah,” he said. ”I don't feel like getting into heavy clothes again.” We'd been out that morning, throwing s...o...b..a.l.l.s at each other.

”Okay,” I said, glad he wasn't coming: I wanted to look over a few presents for him. ”I won't be more than an hour or two.”

”Will you be back before dark?” Evra asked.

”Maybe,” I said.

”You'd better be.” He nodded toward the room where Mr. Crepsley lay sleeping. ”You know how it goes: the one night you aren't here when he wakes will be the one night he wants you.”

I laughed. ”I'll risk it. Want me to bring you back anything?” Evra shook his head. ”Okay. See you soon.”

I walked through the snow, whistling to myself. I liked snow: it covered up most of the smells and m.u.f.fled a lot of the noise. Some of the kids who lived in the square were out building a snowman. I stopped to watch them but moved on before they could ask me to join in: it was easier not to get involved with humans.

As I stood outside a large department store, studying the window display, wondering what to buy Evra, a girl walked over and stood beside me. She was dark-skinned, with long black hair. She looked about my age and was a little shorter than me.

”Ahoy, cap'n,” she said, saluting.

”Excuse me?” I replied, startled.

”The costume,” she grinned, tugging my coat open. ”I think it's cool, you look like a pirate. You going in or just looking?”

”I don't know,” I said. ”I'm looking for a present for my brother, but I'm not sure what to get him.” That was our story - that Evra and me were brothers, and Mr. Crepsley was our father.

”Oh.” She nodded. ”How old is he?”

”A year older than me,” I said.

”Aftershave,” she said firmly.

I shook my head. ”He hasn't started shaving yet.” And never would: hairs wouldn't grow on Evra's scales.

”Okay,” she said. ”How about a CD?”

”He doesn't listen to much music,” I said. ”Although if I got him a CD player, he might start.”

”Those are expensive,” the girl said.

”He's my only brother,” I said. ”He's worth it.”

”Then go for it.” She held out a hand. She wasn't wearing gloves, despite the cold. ”My name's Debbie.”

I shook her hand - mine looked very white compared with her dark skin - and told her my name.

”Darren and Debbie.” She smiled. ”That sounds good, like Bonnie and Clyde.”

”Do you always talk to strangers like this?” I asked.

”No,” she said. ”But we're not strangers.”

”We're not?” I frowned.

”I've seen you around,” she said. ”I live in the square, a few doors up from the hotel. That's how I knew about the pirate costume. You hang out with that funny guy in gla.s.ses and a fake beard.”

”Evra. He's the one I'm buying the present for.” I tried placing her face but couldn't remember seeing her with the other kids. ”I haven't noticed you around,”

I said.

”I haven't been out much,” she replied. ”I've been in bed with a cold. That's why I spotted you - I've been spending my days staring out the window, studying the square. Life gets really boring when you're stuck in bed.”

Debbie blew into her hands and rubbed them together.

”You should be wearing gloves,” I told her.

”Look who's talking.” She sniffed. I'd forgotten to put on a pair before leaving. ”Anyway, that's what I'm here for - I lost my gloves earlier and I've been roaming around from store to store trying to find an identical pair. I don't want my parents to find out I lost them on only my second day out of bed.”

”What were they like?” I asked.

”Red, with fake fur around the wrists,” she said. ”My uncle gave them to me a few months ago but didn't say where he got them.”

”Have you tried this place yet?” I asked.

”Uh-uh,” she said. ”I was on my way in when I spotted you.”

”Want to come in with me?” I asked.

”Sure,” she said. ”I hate shopping by myself. I'll help you choose a CD player if you want. I know a lot about them.”

”Okay,” I said, then pushed the door open and held it for her.

”Why, Darren,” she said with a laugh, ”people will think you have a crush on me.”

I felt myself blus.h.i.+ng and tried to think of an okay response - but couldn't.

Debbie giggled, walked in, and left me to trail along behind her.

CHAPTER FIVE.

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