“What a coincidence, ” Barbie marveled as she thought of her magic rainbow and how it was making connections in her otherwise vacant life. “You know, it just so happens I’m going to the race, too. Why don’t I do a makeover of you before you go, and maybe you’ll meet some handsome race-car driver. ”
“Oh please, sit with us in Papa’s box!” Regina got excited and even showed a little appreciation. “That would be perfect. But I don’t want to wear a skirt. I refuse to unless you really think it would impress people. Maybe the horse and I could ride in your van. Those Seeing Eye horses aren’t any bigger than Frisky. ”
“I don’t know why not,” Barbie considered, assuming Frisky was a cat, and therefore a minihorse could easily fit inside a pet-carrying case in the back of the minivan. “Just make sure you tell me where to meet you. ”
“Meet me at the mansion tomorrow at noon,” Regina said, happily. “And I’ll let you do the makeover.”
Unique, too, was considering a makeover as she sat in her dreary apartment, which was paid for by her wealthy, important doctor-father, whom she accepted help from but hated. Unique was nude on her black bedspread, sorting through Polaroid photographs of various people she had savagely murdered over the years. She wasn’t getting the usual excitement and sexual arousal from reliving her crimes, because she was a bit anxious. When she and Smoke had fled from the 7-Eleven last night, they had noticed a Mexican kid in a beat-up Grand Prix, and Unique had ordered Smoke to chase him. Unique had not bothered rearranging her molecules when she went inside the convenience store because it was very late and although she had noticed the Grand Prix, she didn’t realize that its driver was nearby because the lights were out inside the pay phone booth. So Unique wasn’t invisible when she blew out the clerk’s brains and ran out of the store at the same moment the
Mexican bolted out of the phone booth and sped off in his car.
Smoke had not been able to catch the Grand Prix, and now Unique had to consider the possibility that there was someone out there who could describe her to the police. She stared at the gory photograph of T. T. and fantasized about straddling the body and slashing away with the box cutter while T. T. ‘s warm flesh and blood were consummated by Unique’s Purpose and became part of her insatiable Darkness. Every one of Unique’s victims became part of her being. The Nazi inside her had directed Unique long ago that this violently sexual transubstantiation, or her Purpose, was essential if the Nazi were to live, and if the Nazi died, then so would Unique.
Unique’s frightening eyes roamed around her bedroom, taking in the cheap black furniture, black candles and incense, and the Nazi memorabilia she had begun acquiring through the Internet when she had pledged herself to destroy and consume people who did not deserve human existence according to her Purpose. She picked up another Polaroid and fantasized about the blond undercover cop whose identity she still did not know. But her Purpose would unite him with her soon enough, and although she had been invisible when she had first seen him inside the convenience store and then followed him home, she couldn’t take a chance that he might somehow recognize her. What if the Mexican boy gave her description to him?
Unique got up from the bed and looked at herself in the full-length mirror. Her naked skin shimmered, and she shook her long raven-black hair before she began hacking it off with a box cutter. Hair fell all around her bare feet and the Nazi directed her to dye what was left a pale blond that was almost white and change her plan about refusing to go with Smoke to the race tomorrow night. Unique had intended to consummate her Purpose with the blond cop while the road dogs were pretending to be a pit crew, but now things had changed. If only she could find that Mexican boy and slash him into eternal silence. But maybe it was too late. Maybe he had already given her description to the police.