CHAPTER 25
What the popcorn?
Lary sits bolt upright in her narrow bed at three-thirty in the morning, alone in the room, staring at Becks’ empty bed. What on earth happened last night?
Nothing, that’s what.
Did her breath stink? Did her armpits smell? Quickly she sniffs under her arms. A bit off but surely, they were fine last evening. Did she talk stupid? Well, probably, but she always talks stupid on a first date.
She grabs her cell phone from the floor to dial Pumpkin. After punching in the numbers, she listens to a rush of static Spanish followed by a dial tone. The only bit she understands is the “lo siento.” We are sorry.
She throws the phone across the room, stomping into the bathroom to have herself a nice pee. The Mirror from Hell stares back at her from the countertop. A lo
