Exactly how close were Mary Jane and Erik? None of my business, Nixie reminded herself. And not what she’d come over to ask about. “What’s going on tonight?” she asked. Mary Jane didn’t turn away from the falling night. “I have snacks, hand sanitizer and an extra change of clothes right down to the underwear in my back pack. I’m wearing shoes I can hose down.” She stuck out a foot. Her clogs were, indeed, made out of recycled tires and looked like it. Not flattering, but waterproof, as advertised. And eco friendly. “I’m totally prepared for mayhem, but it’s all High Noon out there.” “High Noon?” Nixie shrugged. “I think so. I’ve never seen the movie myself, but I have this impression of silent streets and tumble weeds and the locals hiding out under their kitchen tables while waiting for the gunslingers to open fire.” Mary Jane stared at her. “You got this from having not seen a movie?” Nixie smiled. “I’m imaginative. I didn’t have a TV growing up. So, really, what’s the deal? Did the flu cure itself since yesterday? Was there a toxic spill last night? Was there a comet? Is everybody a zombie?”
