The Dream Machine: book 6, the Eddie Mccloskey Paranormal Mystery Series (The Unearthed)
“She definitely had been a cute girl at some point, and would have been still, but for the sickly pallor. From behind coke bottle glasses, she watched me, squinting the whole time like the script in the lenses wasn't strong enough. Poor girl was losing her eyesight. I knew she was fifteen from talking to Manetti, but she barely passed for twelve. From the look of her she had no shot of making it to her late twenties, but in a hypothetical world she would have been carded into her thirties.
"Hello," she said, her voice neutral.
I'm pretty good with kids for reasons that are beyond me. Maybe it's because I'm still thirteen years old at heart. But the vibe I was getting from her would have moved the needle on the Richter scale.
"Hi, I'm Eddie. It's nice to meet you." She nodded once.
"Thanks for meeting with me. I expect you have a lot going on." "Not really. I’m just dying." "I'm very sorry." She shrugged in a big, showy, stoical way that I saw right through.
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