Shine, Coconut Moon
Chapter 1
There is a man wearing a turban ringing our doorbell. I walk slowly up the driveway and stop a safe, short distance from him as he rings again.
"Yes?" I ask, cautiously. Is this guy a salesman? Lost, asking for directions? Strange, weirdo lunatic? We're not expecting anyone, as far as I know, and all of Mom's clients use the separate entrance to her basement office.
The man jerks around. "Samar...?" he says, his eyes widening. He steps toward me.
Okay, strange, weirdo lunatic -- who knows my name! I shift the bag I'm holding, with my brand-new pedicure kit in it, to my other hand and take a quick step back in the process. Because of the pounding in my ears, my voice comes out as a shrill squeak. "Who wants to know?"
He stops and puts his hands in his pockets, his smile fading. "You don't recognize me," he says. He looks down as if he's lost something.
I grip my shopping bag tighter and squint at him. Recognize him? What is he talking about? Why would I recognize him? I know that I don't know any turban-wearing, dark-bearded, and mustached men. There aren't any on our street, that's for sure.
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