Bloodsucking fiends: a love story

for Jody's reaction.
    "He's paying," Jody said, just to be irritating. "It's a gift."
    "Oh, how nice," the woman said, trying to brighten, but obviously disgusted. Jody understood. Six months ago she would have hated the kind of woman she was pretending to be. The woman said, "This will be lovely for holiday parties."
    "Actually, it's for a funeral." Jody couldn't remember having this much fun while shopping.
    "Oh, I'm sorry." The woman looked apologetic and held her hands to her heart in sympathy.
    "It's okay; I didn't know the deceased very well."
    "I see," the woman said.
    Jody lowered her eyes. "His wife," she said.
    "I'll get the dress," the woman said, turning and hurrying away.
    Tommy had only been in the Safeway once before when it was still open: the day he applied for the job. Now it seemed entirely too active and entirely too quiet without the Stones or Pearl Jam blasting over the speakers. He felt that his territory had been somehow violated by strangers. He resented the customers who ruined the Animals' work by taking things off the shelves.
    As he passed the office he nodded to the manager and headed to the breakroom to kill time until it was time to go to work. The breakroom was a windowless room behind the meat department, furnished with molded plastic chairs, a Formica folding table, a coffee machine, and a variety of safety posters. Tommy brushed some crumbs off a chair, found a coffee-stained Reader's Digest under an opened package of stale bear claws, and sat down to read and sulk.
    He read: "A Bear's Got Mom!: Drama in Real Life" and "I Am Joe's Duodenum"; and he was beginning to feel a pull toward the bathroom and the Midwest, both things he associated with Reader's Digest , when he flipped to an article entitled: "Bats: Our Wild and Wacky Winged Friends" and felt his duodenum quiver with interest.
    Someone entered the breakroom, and without looking up, Tommy said, "Did you know that if the brown bat fed on humans instead of insects, that one bat could eat the entire population of Minneapolis in one night?"
    "I didn't know that," said a woman's voice.
    Tommy looked up from the magazine to see the new cashier, Mara, pulling a chair out from the table. She was tall and a little thin, but large-breasted: a blue-eyed blonde of about twenty. Tommy had been expecting one of the box boys and he stared at her for a second while he changed gears. "Oh, hi. I'm Tom Flood. I'm on the night crew."
    "I've seen you," she said. "I'm Mara. I'm new."
    Tommy smiled. "Nice to meet you. I came in a little early to catch up on some paperwork."
    " Reader's Digest ?" She raised an eyebrow.
    "Oh, this? No, I don't normally read it. I just spotted this article on bats and decided to check it out. They're our wild and wacky winged friends, you know?" He looked at the page as if to confirm his interest. "For instance, did you know that the vampire bat is the only mammal that has been successfully frozen and thawed out alive?"
    "I'm sorry, bats give me the creeps."
    "Me too," Tommy said, throwing the magazine aside. "Do you read?"
    "I've been reading the Beats. I just moved here and I want to get a feeling for the City's literature."
    "You're kidding. I've only been here a few months myself. It's a great city."
    "I haven't had a chance to look around much. Moving and everything. I left a bad situation back home and I've been trying to adjust."
    She didn't look at him when she talked. Tommy assumed at first that it was because she found him disgusting, but after studying her he realized that she was just shy.
    "Have you been to North Beach? The Beats all lived there in the fifties."
    "No, I don't know my way around yet."
    "Oh, you have to go to City Lights Books, and Enrico's. And the bars up there all have pictures of Kerouac and Ginsberg on the walls. You can almost hear the jazz playing."
    Mara finally looked up at him and smiled. "You're interested in the Beats?" Her eyes were wide, bright, and crystal-blue. He liked her.
    "I'm a writer," Tommy said. It was his turn to look away. "I mean, I want to be a writer. I used to live in Chinatown, it's right next to North Beach."
    "Maybe you could give me directions to some of the hot spots."
    "I could show you," Tommy said. As soon as he said it he wanted to retract the offer. Jody would kill him.
    "That would be wonderful, if you wouldn't mind. I don't know anyone in the City except the other cashiers, and they all have home lives."
    Tommy was confused. The manager had said