Her mouth hung open for a second. “You are high,” Clarice accused.
“Lil' bit,” she admitted.
“Think you're some kind of supernatural entity now? Wonder woman?”
“Termite.”
“Who?”
“Termite. Like the insect.”
“Um…”
“'Cause, you know. I eat wood. That's my super power.”
Clarice's mouth fell open again. “Right. Gotcha.” She turned away from her and mumbled, “How the hell do I keep walking into these lines?”
Clarice sent Yolanda to wash her arm and to advertise her work. She was more than happy to go show off and scurried to the task.
As Clarice peeked into her stash spot, the silver case on the cell phone caught her attention. She checked the time, looked around. Not much movement going on. And the officers rarely counted like they were supposed to, preferring to hang out in the hallw
