A friend was once walking back from the store. He carried a brown paper bag and grinned like he’d just won the damn power ball. I found your girl, he told me. My girl? I asked. Yea, the one you’re always going on about, he said. I didn’t know what the hell he was talking about. I hadn’t been right in the head about females since Rene. I asked him, Who’s this girl? She was pale, man. She was whiter than white. He spit on the ground as we walked to the office. Oh yea? I asked. Yea. Shorts up to here, I’m telling you. She was so pale I could see all her veins. So pale I could see her entirely circulatory system. Damn. Sorry I missed it, I said. He even added, But she was young, dude. Borderline. On the edge, saying it like he knew. I stopped caring and stared ahead as we walked. The geese had left a swath of their shit on the sidewalk. He got me thinking about wolves and fairy tales again. I’d been trying to forget for months. We were crossing the lawn to the building when he said, she wasn’t even white. She was blue. So white she was blue! And he laughed.