“Guys, this Teagan Braun.” Simone entered the living room with a curly-haired blonde girl who, while not looking old, was at least half a decade older than Simone. She had an air of the stereotypical dumb blonde, which her squeaky voice didn’t help to alleviate. “Hi,” she said with a small wave and a bounce.
The group greeted her, almost in unison, then Teagan turned back to Simone. “So, what’s with the cop cars outside?”
“Well, we’ve had a few issues here in the house,” Simone said, doing her best to explain the situation without scaring her off.
Teagan looked apprehensive and Andy was ready for her to bolt out the front door any second, but Teagan shrugged and said, “Well, I guess that’s why I’m here.” She patted the cloth grocery bag slung over one arm.
“Well, I’m sure you’re tired
