Michelle
“What do you want? Which one?” she asked.
I raised my eyebrows. I had no idea what she was talking about.
“What do you want exactly?” The skinny woman folded her bony arms across her nonexistent breasts.
“The strongest one you have,” I said. “I’m hurting right now.”
“So, you want more stuff? You want something that can dull the pain?” she asked, stepping aside. “Come on. I’ve got you covered.”
I followed her in, my eyes briefly glancing back at the strange man who was now inching closer to the floor with each passing second. He suddenly jumped up, mumbled a few incoherent words, and then moved back down to the floor.
I stepped quickly into the room, my eyes widening as I took in the mess before me. She was a hoarder. There were items from what looked like different decades
