We are all interested in the future, for that
is where you and I are going to spend the rest of our lives. And
remember my friends, future events such as these, will effect you in
the future."
Julia winced, (and the Manager silently cursed Neoldner for threading
"Plan 9" instead of the intended Bride of the Monster.)
"You are interested in the unknown, the mysterious, the unexplainable;
that is why you are here."
"You got the job!" Rhonda suddenly whooped in her friend's ear. But it
seemed more like a distraction than an exclamation of happiness. Julia
looked at Rhonda and the Manager. Her imagination? or was there
something in the space between them, around the building, wrapping
tight around the theater doors, something that was just plain... wrong?
For the first time in years, she desperately felt the need to talk to
her Uncle Justin.
Julia took a step back from Rhonda. Her friend's face suddenly fell,
and she reached out to her as if to let her know everything was all
right. She had the job. The Manager's eyebrow arched, perhaps a
second thought as to his quick hire.
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