CARTER
I’m standing at Rory’s backyard, watching her commandeer an entire army of men, telling them why she needed this here and why she didn’t need that there—it is an amazing sight, really, one that I haven’t been able to pull my eyes away from in over twenty minutes—when I hear footsteps coming up behind me.
I’m surprised to find that it’s Avery.
She stops abruptly when my eyes land on her and visibly swallows. She seems to fidget for a bit before she squares her shoulders and begins—Wait, is she talking to herself? What the f**k?
Is Rory’s friend nuts?
I don’t pay much attention to her but the few times I’ve seen her around Rory, she seemed perfectly fine to me. Or maybe this is a recent development. If that’s the case, I’d rather not be the first to find out.
Turning back to
