> His head and body ached and his hands shook a little as he leafed through the appointments. "Every rabbit hole has a bottom," he said quietly, remembering something that Sara Durango had told him after giving him his first hit of acid when he was fourteen.
Lulu and her female client were coming out of the back room when Spyder settled on the numbers he needed to call. He didnt look up, not ready to deal with the world, much less make eye contact with Lulu or the girl.
"Remember," said Lulu, "youre going to want to soak in a sea salt bath and use that antibiotic cream every day. "
"Every day," said the other woman. Spyder heard the little bell over the door ring as she left.
Spyder had to concentrate to make his fingers punch the right numbers into the phone. It rang a few times then gave a subtle click as it switched over the voice mail. "Hi. This is Spyder Lee over at Route 666 Tattoos. Sorry, but I have to cancel our appointment for this afternoon. " He settled back in his seat, giving Lulu a pained smile. "Im not feeling that well and…?holy shit…?"
Spyder set down the receiver and stood up, coming around the counter. Something was terribly wrong. He took Lulu gently by the arm. "Goddam," said Spyder -leading her to a chair. "What happened to you?"
Lulu looked at him, puzzled. "Nothing happened to me. Youre the one who got stomped, member sugar?" She laid her hand on his cheek. The hand was cold and the skin was stiff, like dried-out leather.
"What happened to you?" Spyder repeated more insistently.
Lulu kept smiling. She had to. She had no lips. All the flesh from the lower part of her face had been cut neatly away, leavin
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