Odd Thomas Page #2

- I wouldn't put it quite that way.

- Stormy SpeciaI.

- Girlfriend.

- Morning, dude.

I call them bodachs.

Well, not to their faces, I hope.

I never met anybody

that could see em before.

- Neither have I.

- Everyone told me it's in my head.

Well, you should stop

telling everyone.

I tried telling my parents.

If I told my parents,

I'd ve spent my whole life...

picking winning lottery numbers.

You can pick winning lotto numbers?

- No, I can't. Stay on point.

- Right. Yeah.

Yesterday, when I finally saw one...

I gave him the finger, Homes.

Don't you know?

If they find out you can see them,

they will kill you.

They will kill you.

- Little advice?

- Yeah?

Karla prefers chocolate to flowers

and you should get

yourself some candles.

Candles?

Thanks. Good idea.

Whew, close.

That would have been

a little awkward.

You two are really something.

I don't know what, but something.

We're weird and screwed up

but we're okay.

I don't know.

You are...

so cool.

So, you deny me my weirdness,

but agree that I'm screwed up?

You're right.

I see your problem.

Weirdness, it can be fun.

It can be kind of cooI.

Screwed-up-ness, not so much.

You are quite weird.

- Apology accepted.

- I gotta go. Be good, you two.

It's not me you have to worry about.

Don't I know it.

I gotta go to work, too, Oddie.

- Okay.

- Later, my love.

Stormy!

Miss you already.

- Living up to his name.

- Every damn day.

Later.

Months often pass

when I don't see a single bodach.

When they do show up...

it's a sure sign that carnage

and bloodshed are not far behind.

Morning.

They don't cause it.

They feed on it.

The more bodachs that show up,

the bigger the eventuaI feast.

They're attracted to evil

like bees to flowers.

They know when death is coming

and want to watch.

They don't show up

for any ordinary death.

They want extreme,

operatic violence and terror.

Penny Kalisto's death

wasn't horrific enough...

to bring a single bodach

into our world.

This town is in serious trouble.

- Bye, Oddie.

- See you, ladies.

Nicolina! Levanna!

Odd, am I really sucking

at this whole "mother" thing?

Well, considering their

last one was a junkie...

who left them in your lap

when you were barely 18...

I think you rather rock, Vi.

See you later.

I'm heading this way, too.

Gonna go see Madame Pearl,

get myself read.

Personally,

I don't believe people who say...

they can read minds or palms

and, trust me, tea leaves...

just cloggage

in the garbage disposal.

It's just I had this dream

last night you would not believe.

Well, anything short of

a 9-alarm massacre, I can top.

I'd never seen myself face-on

in a dream before.

You saw your own face?

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