Joanna at the adult bookstore
Joanna twisted her way past the dark streets when she ran home, beat her heart and lungs burned from the exorcism. The rubber soles of her gyms hit the shiny sidewalk, wet and damp of a sudden damp. There were a few more drops. The young girl was grateful for the raindrops that had mutilated her hair and shirt. With any luck, she could tell her mother that the wet spots on her shirt were just rainfall.