Nick Dixon

… her friends burst from the back room. It is as if they are making a getaway. They nod to her. She rises from her stool to go. In desperation, Junk asks her name. She looks at him, her eyes filling with an expression that looks like pity. Then she gives him that crooked smile, bends toward him, and kisses his cheek with a loud smack. She pats him on the head, turns his face to hers, and says …

“I’m JoJo. That’s all you need to know.”

Then she gets away.

-- excerpt from JoJo and Junk, by Nick Dixon