Year's Best SF 4
Market Reportby Alexander Jablokov
I slid out of the rental car's AC, and the heat of the midwestern night wrapped itself around my face like a wet iguana. Lightning bugs blinked in the unmown grass of my parents' lawn, and cicadas rasped tenaciously at the subdivision's silence. Old Oak Orchard was so new it wasn't even on my most recent DeLorme map CD-ROM, and it had taken me a while to find the place.
My father pulled the door open before I could ring the bell.
"Bert." He peered past me. "Ah. And where is --"
"Stacy's not with me." I'd practiced what to say on the drive from the airport, but stiff hadn't come up with anything coherent. "We ... well, lees just say there have been problems."
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