Chapter 7

• The stars explode silently like open mouths full of soundless screams. Brilliant bursts of hot light ruptured like incandescent light bulbs. It seems that way to Jenny, at first. Or it is what she wishes to see, pretends to see.
• There are no stars in the moonless night sky. Just a blanket of darkness. An empty universe. Only a swarm of faceless photographers scurrying like ants on the newly paved sidewalk outside the setting for tonight’s fashion show, below, bidding for the perfect shot up her simple deep v-neck red cady dress.
• Miss Jones! Over here! Miss Jones! Look here! Here!