“I’m a compulsive liar,” I whispered on her ear on the night of our first date. “Or maybe not. I could even be lying about that.”
“You’re insane,” she whispered back. But she looked at me more with admiration than disdain.
I had, quite possibly, found the most excellent girl in the world. She was crazier than I was.
She would’ve fed me to sharks, if she had the chance. She collected dictionaries and boys, but never let them kiss her on the mouth, unless they had words with thirteen letters or more. I loved her for her suspicious smile and the way she pursed her lips when I said something she thought wasn’t quite right.
The whole point of this game was getting her before she got me. And she loved me too, I could tell. I was going to dump her body in the river. I hadn’t yet figured out what she planned to do to me.
We walked through town, or rather, I shuffled and she skipped. It would be a pity to have to kill her, but I had to get her before she got me. And she would, she would, even though her face was trusting and her eyes were wide, but she had that smile and I knew she was on to me. She knew.
There wasn’t anyone on this street, and she stopped and kissed me on the nose. A pity—I had been about to wring her neck. Perhaps her lips were full of poison. She slipped her fingers into mine. I hated her for being so wonderful, because I had to kill her before she killed me, and things were getting out of hand. She was tricking me into wanting her, tricking me.
I wished she hadn’t allowed herself to be alone with me.
Her plan was perfect, though. She knew, and I didn’t know how she knew, but she knew, that I’d had to sneak around to go out tonight. My doctor didn’t precisely forbid me to go out, alone, with a girl, at night, but I didn’t think he’d precisely condone it, either, and I wasn’t about to give him the chance to forbid me.
Just my luck that I’d gotten an insane one. Clearly opposites do not attract. We were magnets, north and north and I loved her and I really did feel sorry when she was dead and gone.
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