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CHAPTER 1

Lindy

No one knows me

I have zero friends here

I’ve only been living in New Orleans for a feeeks because I needed to make a clean and fast break from Seattle

And during those feeeks, I’ve only kept to myself Well, myself and my cats

So I’ my doorbell

The classic ding dong sound isn’t so I normally hear For one, old-school doorbells are extree security system, but it thwarted me and still produced a doorbell sound that’s at least a prettier version of the sah the decrepit, nearly es it

I drop h the house like a cockroach trying to get out of the way of a big shoe co as I run over to the living rooe ht frale of the house

There’s a sweet-looking old granny standing on ot sleek white hair cut in a fashionable bob, and she’s wearing a hot pink pantsuit She’s clearly got a rockin’ bod too Christ She’s probably seventy, but she looks as fit as a twenty-year-old I have super high-definition ca

She leans forward toward the door again, but this ti the bell Instead, she looks up at the out-of-reach carin She bats her eyelashes, which are long and…Woah, is she really wearing fake eyelashes? And honest to god, why do they look so good on her when they look so awful on me? You know, in a past life Because lately, it’s not like I’ve had a reason to don a pair of falsies and hit town

That would kind of defeat the purpose of keeping a low profile