Jay’s been lying low. He knows what his cousin, Christy, has been doing. The two do not know each other well. They probably would compete for attention. But Jay thought it might be good for the two of them to meet up.
Jay knows Christy spends most of her time wreaking havoc at Coney Island. He decided he’d get there early on Thursday. He arrived and quietly went into Nathan’s for a hot dog, fries, and Coney Island Mermaid Pilsner. He came off as a typical customer. He wore jeans, shorts, sneakers, and a faded Mets shirt. His t-shirt choices are often another thing that pissed off Marc and Alana, the two diehard fans of the Bronx Bombers.
He quietly munched on his food while sipping his pilsner. He heard screams. He knew the rides were opening and figured they were coming from the people on the Thunderbolt. Nah. He looked toward the boardwalk and saw his cousin on the prowl.
Jay got up and walked towards her. He yelled out her name. She turned around and saw him. She grinned and kept attacking little kids on the boardwalk and landed several pieces of stale bread onto the beach. He was about three feet away from her. She glanced at him and kept firing at the children.
Christy fired at Jay. He was not surprised. He fired glass at her volley of bread and knocked it down mid-flight. She managed to hit him in the head. He retaliated. It looked like the two of them would wage war over who reigns as the chief nemesis.
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