33: in which people get hurt

“Sam!  Are you all right?”
Michelle was pounding on the door of apartment 118C.  She heard movement behind the door.  She knocked louder.
“Come on, Sam!  It’s Michelle.  It’s me!”
Slowly, the door opened.
Sam looked tired, sick.  Her white skin was almost translucent, and Michelle could see faint snaking rivers of blue veins in her forehead.
“Hey, sorry,” Sam [...]

32: in which Michelle grows up

The next day at about one-thirty, as Michelle was walking to the grocery store, she saw a long-haired teenaged boy skateboarding on a banister.  His unwashed brown hair lay in strands, whipping behind him as he slid down the pole and landed with a clack! back on the sidewalk.  He was wearing an oversized Nirvana [...]