Just a girl


MYOB on the C train, I see his eyes on me like he’s got me in his crosshairs. Creep’s shirt says VERGENSTEIN like he’s Frankenstein’s cousin. I smile, give him the finger, and hop off before I turn up in a whodunit.

Fatherly advice

I caught him sneekin a peek at a skirt in the breeze and snatched him back from the curb.

“Whatya doin? Stargazing?” I busted his head. “Quit it before you get hit by a bus.”

The kid’s just like his dad. Amazing.