Yvette

To be a xenographer is to give up on the idea of atheism. You will know god, or gods, in the faith and trust of creatures with very short lives. – Serek II

I met Yvette about four months ago in a 2001 Dodge Neon parked near a Wendy’s in Poughkeepsie, New York.

In those circumstances it’s hard to get your hopes up but I’d swear to the face of the Great Serek Himself that she’s the most interesting person in all this touchy, standoffish land. She wears no protection. Or, more accurately, unless sparkled drunk she usually insists on dental dams but she certainly wears no armor when it comes to her conversations with me.

Yvette felt bad that I’d thrown up in the van again. She promised she’d pick me up at the Metro North station in Poughkeepsie. Then onwards we’d go together, hunting adventure in the Catskill Mountains.