After our “Come to Jesus", Lynn seemed to think the whole situation was really funny. Which I didn't expect, and that irritated me quite a bit. Not that I wasn't usually quite irritable. Not that I didn't have an entirely new game-changing level of annoyance to deal with.
So, I ignored her while she recited different incidents from the last couple of weeks that were explained easier now that we knew I was a walking s*x bomb. As I ran from her up the stairs and to my room, she yelled, “But you feel better now, right? Got the help you needed?"
I spun at the top of the stairs and stared at her, mouth open. Lynn did not talk like that; she was trying to get to me.
“I don't know," I said finally. “Did you help Charles?"
Lynn's mouth dropped open, and then she screamed with laughter as I
