CHAPTER 4
DOC
So that’s how I end up on the back of Vampire’s bike, racing toward Nashville on Highway 40.
He’s going in the right direction toward my house. Even though I never told him where I live—and I said he could just drop me off at Nashville Baptist.
Maybe I should have tried to argue with Vampire harder about him giving me a ride. But I was tired. So tired after my terrible floor sleep and even more terrible morning cleaning job.
I try to keep it Strong Black Woman 100, but the truth is, I didn’t want to wait in the cold for thirty minutes or more for the first of the two buses it would take for me to get home.
So here I am, pressing my face into the back of Vampire’s jacket. Des-E stays in a cut, and Hyena switches back and forth, depending on the weather. But Vampire alway
