CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
French vanilla flavored-yogurt. While Shedd would have preferred not to raid Celetia’s icebox after practically begging for her help, the night’s events had left him famished and in desperate need of sustenance. He took the most harmless snack he could find that wouldn’t upset his already fragile abdominals. He was on his third one and counting. He was certain of the inevitable shitstorm once she discovered his dietary habits.
The sound of a vehicle could be heard pulling into the driveway. He lifted himself off the kitchen stool and approached the front door. Shedd sat near the base of the front stairwell and waited for her to enter. Celetia appeared in the doorway as he sprang to his feet to let her inside. Her arms were filled with two heavy-looking bags.
“I was beg
