Chapter 9
The next day came as easily as it displaces the night and I was up and dressed before six in the morning. Because I had plenty of time, I thought it would be nice to brew a pot of coffee and make my own lunch this time.
I scan the contents of the fridge and decide to assemble a simple clubhouse sandwich. There remained half a rotisserie chicken from last night and I shred that up before slathering mayonnaise over it. I pile on the other ingredients I've found, including some fancy French mustard Xaero must have dumped unknowingly inside the cart when we went grocery shopping.
I look up at the digital clock on the microwave. The car I ordered should be here any minute. Xaero arranged everything last night with the nearest car dealer and by some form of coercion, he managed to
