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As Nile slows down to look for the car, a nondescript Toyota in a parking lot full of similar vehicles, she realizes that the big curly-headed white guy wearing the blue apron of a supermarket employee is talking to her.
“C’mere,” he says. “C’mere.” He’s even crooking his finger at her. A little odd, thinks Nile.
“I want to show you something,” he says, pointing east. Nile drops her right hand over her bag as she turns to the left.
She lifts her eyes to the horizon over the midwestern strip mall, and there it is. The full moon. The first since she became immortal.
It’s beautiful, though it looks like a disc of bone.
“Thank you,” she says to the grinning young man. “Thank you for sharing it with me.”