 Why does Miss Casey's face flash red?
The golden Moon and the silver ship, symbols of greed. All my great-grandfathers have it. It had happened a few times right after I first found him, but now it was worse. I was bent double, but I got from the floor to the chair and found my notebook and orb-point in my hands. Pain was a pendulum within me, swinging from low throbbing bass to high screaming tenor. She was pink and clean and her platinum hair was pulled straight back, drawing her cheek-bones tighter, straightening her wide, appealing mouth, drawing her lean, athletic, feminine body erect.
 Because of the neon lights.
 Because she is ready to kill Kevin.  Because she is  human.  Because she is furious.  Because of the neon lights.