CHAPTER SEVEN
COME OUT, COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE
Okay, I know what you’re thinking. Maybe you underestimated our comatose friend, right? Well, so is not the case. Granted, in a moment of weakness (we had been drinking beforehand), Sparkle came through in a grand way, but it was simply a lapse into normal human behavior. (Since it was brought about by Hester’s spell, let’s say paranormal behavior.) Honestly, once Peter was settled in, which took, like, a day, Sparkle was back to his old, bitchy self. And I for one was glad. I mean, goody-two-shoes is fine if you’re Martin Luther King, Jr., or Gandhi, or Jesus, or someone like that, but, please, not for dudes like us. And, by the way, look what happened to the lot of them: shot, starved, and crucified. No, for a best friend, I’ll take dem
