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body of a fitness model. She could pass for thirty or fifty, depending
on the time of day, what she was wearing, and how deeply
medicated she was. Fans agreed that she was probably somewhere
in her early to midforties.


Fans. The two teenage boys in the backseat of the car were fans.
They'd made the mistake of taking part of their Christmas break to
go to Pine Cove in search of the famed cult-film star, Molly Michon,
and get her autograph on their copies of Warrior Babe VI: Revenge
of the Savage Skank, just released on DVD, with never-before-seen
outtakes of Molly's boobs popping out of her gun-metal bra. Molly
had seen them skulking around the outside of the cabin she shared
with her husband, Theo Crowe. She'd snuck out the back door and
ambushed them on the side of the house with a garden hose —
sprayed them down good, chased them through the pine forest till
the hose reeled out of its cart, then she tackled the taller one and
threatened to snap his neck if the other one didn't stop in his tracks.


Realizing at that point that she might have made a public relations
error, Molly invited her fans to come along to help pick out a
Christmas tree for the Santa Rosa Chapel Christmas Party for the
Lonesome. (She had been making more than a few minor
misjudgments lately, as she'd stopped taking her meds a week ago in
order to save money for Theo's Christmas present.)


"So, where are you guys from?" she said cheerfully.
"Please don't hurt us," said Bert, the taller, thinner of the two kids
(She had been thinking of them as Bert and Ernie — not because
they really looked like the puppets, but because they had the same
relative shapes — except for the big hand up their bottoms, of
course.)


"I'm not going to hurt you. It's great to have you along. The guys at
the Christmas-tree lot are a little wary of me since I fed one of their
coworkers to a sea monster a few years ago, so you guys can sort of
act as a social buffer." Damn, she shouldn't have mentioned the sea
monster. She'd had so many years of obscurity between the time
she'd been pushed out of the movie business until the revival to cult
status of her movies that she'd lost most of her people skills. And
then there was that fifteen-year disconnect with reality when she'd
been known as Pine Cove's crazy lady — but since she'd hooked up
with Theo, and had stayed on her anti-psychotics, things had been a
lot better.


She turned into the parking lot of Pine Cove Hardware and Gift,