Wait Until Twilight Read Online Free PDF

way they were squirming around…Jesus…I don’t even want to think about it…”
    “They were real, all right,” adds David. “Enough to make Samuel puke.”
    “You puked? Damn!” says Cornelius.
    “What’s puke?” asks Yoshi.
    “Like this, Blahhhh!” Cornelius put a finger in his mouth and fake-barfs.
    “Hey hey! If you live twice, you’ll never see something like that,” I say. “Just be glad you didn’t have to see what we saw.”
    “Only me and Samuel know for sure, so don’t be telling everybody. Mrs. Greenan doesn’t want people snooping around making rumors and all that,” says David. “My mom’s friends with Mrs. Greenan’s sister, and I don’t want any trouble.”
    “Yoshi can tell his friends back in Japan. They won’t bother her, right?” I say.
    “Yeah, Yoshi, when you go back, tell everyone about the alien babies in Sugweepo,” says Cornelius. “You be a hero.”
    “Nobody believe me anyway.”
     
    W HEN THREE O’CLOCK COMES AROUND I sneak back into the student parking lot and drive back around to David’s so I can give Yoshi and Cornelius a ride home. Cornelius doesn’t live too far from David. His house is on the other side of the highway on a dirt road that I didn’t even know about, even though I had driven around that area hundreds of times.Turns out there’s an entire community of low-income houses. They look kind of like shacks, with blue tin roofs and dirt front yards. And they’re built directly on the ground with no real foundation, except for some cinder blocks.
    “Right up there,” directs Cornelius.
    We pull up in front of some chicken wire that serves as a fence to a front yard of dirt. His house is like the rest of them. It seems to be built on stilts, and in the windows I can see some white eyes peering out at us from the dark. “Hey, thanks for breaking out with us,” I say.
    “Yeah, man, but we gonna be in some serious shit tomorrow.”
    “It was worth it,” I say.
    “Sho’ was.”
    “Good-bye, Cornelius,” says Yoshi.
    “Later,” Cornelius says, and then pauses. “Yo, sorry about the rock.”
    “No, don’t worry. I’ve had much, much worse. Thrown in pool, remember!”
    Next I take Yoshi to his host family’s house. On the way I take the back roads, making sure to go through Underwood and pass by Mrs. Greenan’s house. “Yoshi, that’s where the babies live.”
    “In there?”
    “Yeah, but remember, don’t tell anyone except your friends back in Japan.”
    “Okay,” he says. I slow down so he can get a good look, but I get a bad feeling, and for just a second I think I can hear a door slam from inside the place. “Looks kind of scary.”
    “I know.” I speed up on past and take Yoshi home. I pull up the driveway to what looks like a small mansion. His host family is rich.
    “Do all black people live like that?” Yoshi asks me before getting out of the car.
    “No,” I say. “Not all of them.”
    “Yes, that makes sense. Bye.” On the way out I almost back into the brick-layered mailbox, which makes me nervous, like something bad’s going to happen. I figure the feeling will go away once I get home, but it doesn’t. And then I see it on the second shelf of my desk: the video camera and tapes stacked neatly on top of each other. I stick tape two into the video recorder and hook it up to the big television in the living room. I want to see it again. Maybe it’s just sick curiosity. Maybe it’s the thing that’s been bothering me. I don’t know. I press play and study the screen. The camera pans over the babies, then to the mother at the door, and then back to the babies. They’re squirming around, moving their little arms and legs about the best they can, reaching and grabbing at things. I can see now their bug eyes are not only different sizes but different colors: blue and gray, with hardly any white, as if it was just pupil and iris. It’s the same misshapen forms with the perfect mouths whispering. The video