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Hey I used to mock and laugh all the time at things like that. Not anymore I don’t. Some close calls but I have stayed out of trouble since bringin em along! You know what Trixie, sometimes you just gotta belieeeeve!” he said, tapping his sideburn.
    He sounded like an evangelist tapping his good book in some circus tent, fleecing his flock.
    Cedric glanced down at her coat pocket and scratched his sideburn again.
    “Hmm, do you think your finches are…lucky?”
    She tried to mimic the hum of his hmm.
    “Hmmmm, you know, I haven’t really given it a lot of thought. Maybe they are, and maybe that is why Camilla hates them so much. Maybe they have what she doesn’t”.
    “You know, lucky charms are really hard to destroy. They keep coming back to the one their fated to be with, even for a short time. That’s what I was told.”
    “Yeah maybe. I hadn’t heard that one before”. She gave a slight grin.
    She was starting to think this guy had more than one loose marble rolling around upstairs. However there was an aroma of innocence to his laugh, like a jester humoring royalty. He was incapable of actually hurting anyone or jabbing jokes too frivolously, like he set his own boundaries and obeyed them like a priest did his weekly confessors.
    They walked along towards the burger joint he claimed was up the street. As it turned out, this joint was stacked with a 1950s motif.

Chapter 3: Flipper
    Journal Entry 46:  “
My goodness what I have been missing! My old teacher never told me the lifeblood of a child was so sweet! And practically free for the taking! I staked out this
    nice little conservative town named Smithville and watched the kids go from house to house collecting candy, and a good two thirds of them were alone. Unbelievable! I grabbed one and brought him home. Told him I was a messenger from the hospital and that his mom was injured in some accident. He lapped it up quicker than a cat does cream. No resistance at all! I loved the scent of his hair. Peach with a trace of vanilla. His blood was divine. Maybe I will pick a redhead next”
     
     
     
    They walked into the diner thinking the place would be packed to the gills with greasy teenagers, but it turned out everyone was at home (or other warm, moist places) from the cold weather marching into town. No one was here except the hairy short order cook and his blond seven year old in the corner. Checkering the wall were “signed” portraits of Sinatra, Judy Garland, Sammy Davis jr. and John Wayne, with cobwebbed corners spun in haste for any flies daring enough to seek shelter from the punishing cold. In the far corner the kid bounced the pinball flippers back and forth on the Elvis machine. No silver ball was present: the flippers only pushing pockets of air within the archaic machine, ricocheting dust between the bulbs. In one quarter slot, a lone nickel stuck within the red glow of the coin mechanism; a lame attempt at getting a free one by the perpetually bored kid. A decrepit jukebox sat in the opposite corner.
    Cedric sat down first, facing the exit which repelled a flurry of snowflakes.
    “I always like to see who is coming in so I can see if I need to say hi to someone right away” he grinned.
    “I am actually the
opposite
. I hate facing people when I eat, unless I know them personally. It’s awkward, especially if I am not doing anything else. I like to leave the “saying hi” part optional, as in leave it to the other party to do it first. I’m not really forward like that.”
    “I’ll bet you are just the life of any party you go to, ha! So what do you do if you see em first but don’t really want to say hi, like an ex-boyfriend? Do you pretend you didn’t see em or skedaddle out the back?” he asked.
    “Oh well in that case I am not sure…never had an ex-anything see me
accidentally
in a public place like this…at least not that I know of.”
    “Maybe they all pretended they didn’t see you?” he chuckled
    Trixie blinked