3 Malled to Death
“It’s not the dark so much as the quiet. It was definitely darker, with only a hint of starlight dripping through the glass panels of the ceiling, and strips of low-level lighting—another cost-cutting measure—illuminating the corridors. The lights cast huge plant shadows on the walls, hosta leaf and fern silhouettes making the place feel like a prehistoric jungle. The shops were mostly dark, although a couple of the anchor stores had security lights on that emitted a faint glow from deep in their interiors. I Segwayed through the halls shortly after midnight, feeling the effect of too much good food and wine at my parents’ house. If I sat in the security office watching the monitors, I’d be asleep faster than a five-year-old after a day at Disneyland.
Mom had avoided being alone with me in the most unobtrusive way possible after Dad’s business associates left. She made sure Ethan or Grandpa was always in the room as she caught us up on my brother Clint’s adventures—an investigative... reporter, he was on his way to Libya—and mentioned casually that she’d be joining Ethan on the set the next day.MoreLess
Mom had avoided being alone with me in the most unobtrusive way possible after Dad’s business associates left. She made sure Ethan or Grandpa was always in the room as she caught us up on my brother Clint’s adventures—an investigative... reporter, he was on his way to Libya—and mentioned casually that she’d be joining Ethan on the set the next day.MoreLess
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