News From Poughkeepsie – Day 127

Werewolves I Have Known…

“There’s a pie in the car,” Lost Corrie says. “I can smell it.”

Lost Corrie sits in the passenger seat, with her knees up by her chin. She has refused to wear a seat belt. “If there’s an accident, it doesn’t matter. I’ll just turn into a wolf.” This her answer for everything, from why her shoelaces are untied to where her parents are. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll just turn into a wolf.”

The lack of a full moon does not seem to bother her.

What does bother her is the smell of pie she knows is in one of the grocery sacks Mrs. Chilton has neatly arranged in the back seat. She can’t stop smelling it. Lost Corrie knows that the pie is not for her, but for Mrs. Chilton’s mother, even though Mrs. Chilton seems much too old to have a mother. Lost Corrie thought she could handle the pie smell, but it has been an awful long drive. And the last thing she wants to do is upset Mrs. Chilton.

“It doesn’t matter” Lost Corrie thinks. “I’ll just turn into a wolf…”