Merry pulled up near Carly's front fence, and carefully locked the car. Daria's car was an old one, one she'd inherited from a dead friend, so it didn't have automatic locking or automatic windows. It ran smoothly, though, and Daria had installed an iPod adapter. It was a good car, though it smelled like babies a little bit.

Merry spotted Carly sitting on her fence, all long limbs and skin. Though it was a warm evening in the height of summer, Merry was wearing dark jeans and long sleeves. Carly smelled of cigarettes, which reminded her of Joss. "Hi Carly," she said, trying to position herself away from the trail of smoke. "Thanks for meeting with me."