Chapter 9I zipped up the suitcase, frustrated that I'd have to wait another thirty minutes before searching for the African talisman. “Hello Mrs. Jaccard. How lovely to meet you in person,” I replied, rising and bracing for impact. She practically toppled me over with her greeting ritual. I backed into the high-top to support myself and suddenly felt her super moist lips practically vacuuming mine off my face. When she stepped away, I removed my glasses and cleaned the fog settling on the lenses.
Bitsy's massive cascade of tight bottle-blonde curls sent the room spinning endlessly. “Oh, we are just gonna have an amazing week together. Tell me all about yourself. Ursie raves about you all the time. MirMir, not so often. I get the feeling she doesn't like you very much.” She grabbed my rear
