My Darklyng  Chapter 26, Exile on Dark Street July 30 2010 8:40
AM  My Darklyng   Illustration by Deanna Staffo. Click image to
expand.  At the Express office the next morning, Natalie nursed
a Snapple at a desk littered with real estate listings and old
Jets calendars. Not for the first time that week, she felt
grateful that the newspaper had only one computer with a
functioning Internet connection. She'd woken to yet another mix
of obscene one-word messages and sleazy-mean "call me"
invitations from seniors on the football team. Brianna Wolfe had
taken the cruelty a step further: "Saw u at B&N last nite. Way 2
keep ur shirt on!" Only Maya had left a vaguely comforting
voicemail heavy on terms like "perception" and "the sacred."
Natalie had no idea how, but her aunt's third eye really did see
everything.  As she waited for Fat Tony to finish his breakfast
burrito, Natalie seethed with rage at Brianna and Thisbe and all
the rest of them. She should just quit Facebook, change her
e-mail address, maybe go offli