CHAPTER 23
What in the bubbles?
The tree had transformed into a man! He was a decade or so older than me and he wore nothing but brown pants. His hair, his short green hair, was flaked, by a few random leaves. He had the widest smile on his face, and I felt I knew him.
I took a step back, snatching my hand off this stranger, who actually looked exactly like…
“Odell?” I said, but the real Odell, or the fake one, or - I didn’t even know what to call that lump of goo - didn’t have green hair.
“Oh, how good it is to have lungs again,” the green haired Odell said, closing his eyes and breathing deeply. His hands on his bare chest felt the expansion of his lungs.
“This place is a mess,” green-haired Odell said, looking around.
“Excuse me, daughter. I should clean this first.”
He passed m
