Lulu was waiting as patiently as she could in front of the old Colonel Kullmann home. Her backpack was getting heavy and the heat was unbearable at three o’clock in the July afternoon.

She sighed when she spotted the black 1972 Chevelle at the traffic light just a block away. Wendy had a passenger, Skooter, of all people.

No wonder she’s late. Lulu grumbled.

Wendy pulled near the sidewalk as Lulu walked down to meet them, fake smile pasted on. “I wondered if you’d forgotten me,” she said as she opened the door.

Skooter turned to Lulu as she got in the backseat, “Let me enlighten you. Life as we knew it is over,” he sighed. “I can feel the reaper bearing down on me. Livin my life’s not hard enough,” he dropped his head into his hands.

Lulu raised her brow at him then narrowed her eyes at Wendy as she looked into the rearview mirror. Lulu lay her head back against the seat, “Someone needs a serious mental evaluation.”

Wendy shrugged as she pulled into the flow of traffic, “But, he’s cute.”