Chapter Eight
Though I desperately needed to find a bathroom, my first order of business was to collect Midge. Likely she desperately needed to use the bathroom, too, and when it comes to the wellbeing of my dog, I can almost always summon my last scrap of willpower.
So I gave the alien—Del—a thirty-second head start so that we wouldn’t bump into each other, then forced my aching body off the bed. My wet clothes had dampened the blanket, I saw, and I mechanically began tacking more tasks onto my to-do list. One, make sure Midge is all right. She might have bitten Del, but if there’d been any eye-for-an-eye on his part then I didn’t care how it happened: Del was going down. Two, walk Midge. Three, bathroom. Four, food. (This was a big one; I hadn’t had anything to eat since last night, no
