'The doll snake rat-quick little monster thing,' she repeated, eyeing him suspiciously.
'Yes!' he said exasperatedly.
With a wet thunk, the shrieking mini-kin hit the window in the passenger door, inches from Tommy's head.
Tommy screamed.
The woman said, 'Holy shit.'
The mini-kin was growing, all right, but it was also changing into something less humanoid than it had been when it first began to emerge from the doll form. Its head was proportionately larger than before, and repulsively misshapen, and the radiant green eyes bulged from deep sockets under an irregular bony brow.
The waitress released the emergency brake. 'Knock it off the window.'
'I can't.'
'Knock it off the window!'
'How, for God's sake?'
Although the mini-kin still had hands, its five digits were half like fingers, half like the spatulate tentacles of a squid. It held fast to the glass with pale sucker pads on both its hands and feet.
Tommy wasn't going to roll down the window and try to knock the thing off. No way.
The blonde shifted the Ford into drive. She stomped on the accelerator hard enough to punch the van into warp speed and put them on the far side of the galaxy in maybe eighteen seconds.
As the engine shrieked louder than the mini-kin, the tires spun furiously on the slick pavement, and the Ford didn't go across the galaxy or even to the end of the block, but just hung there, kicking up sprays of dirty water from all four wheels.
The mini-kin's mouth was open wide. Its glisten-ing black tongue flickered. Black teeth snapped against the glass.
The tires found traction, and the van shot forward.
'Don't let it in,' she implored.
'Why would I let it in?'
'Don't let it in.'
'Do you think I'm insane?'
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'It's trying to get in,' she said.
'Yeah.'
'What does it want?'
He said, 'Me.'
'Why?'
'For some reason, I just piss it off.'
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Barely braking for the turn, she hung a hard right off the highway into the entrance drive of the Newport Beach Country Club.
The van canted drastically to the right and centrifugal force threw Tommy against the door, pressing his face to the window, beyond which the mini-kin's extruded guts wriggled on the smoking glass.