”“A woman,” Griggs said, moving to the digital window. He looked out at the video of the Rocky Mountains. “Yeah, that’s what we need. A woma...n. A skilled female assassin. It takes a bitch to kill a bitch.” Jason Griggs couldn’t stand still. Pacing around the room, he kept muttering the words over and over, “Got to get a woman. Female assassin.”Griggs picked up the telephone and dialed the last number he ever wanted to call, then waited for her to answer.“Privet?” The woman answered in. Like my ride in the morning, I didn’t care about my own grade, but it was wrong to make someone else suffer for it. We had two more classes together but he wasn’t in my art class. We met again at our lockers before lunch.“You going to the lunchroom, Art?” he asked.“No. My, um ... girlfriend and I are eating on the bleachers outside. I think.”“You’re lucky. She’s a nice girl. Hope I find someone this year,” he said. Annette handed me my sack lunch.“Oh. Annette, this is Rob. Rob, my girlfriend. .well, you know..." Fuck him?" I finished. "Only if you want to!" Jim swallowed nervouslyand nodded.After a quick ride that probably gave me a few gray hairs, we arrivedat Rodney's studio fifteen minutes early. It was a brightly painted onestory cinderblock building with a metal roof. The sign over the doorshowed a picture of a camera and the word "Photography" in capitalletters. Right next door was what looked like a bookstore, and on theother side was a tattoo parlor. Across the street was. I was high. Few more minutes later, she came to me claiming that ice cubes were over. I gave my home key to her and told her to get it. She said that she can’t go alone to my home in the night. I didn’t have any excuses. So I went with her. Again, she was walking close to me. Her elbows were touching mine and this time I felt something. I wasn’t thinking clearly now. We were inside my home kitchen. She bent forward and put the ice cubes inside the container. Why did she have to bend like this.