Chapter 9
Filthy Bugs With Pretty Wings
NorHog on a biscuit, every single bit of me ached like a monkey. But it sure was good to be home again. The television was still on from this morning; some newscaster talking about politics or some such. I always left the news running when I went out. The best way to discourage house thieves was to bore them to death.
I dumped my gym bag by the front door, kicked off my sneakers like they was going out of style, and shrugged out of my TAF hoodie. Then I shut off all the lights ‘cause they was brighter than water shine. And I turned the volume right down on that there newscaster, too.
Much better.
Pulling the present from Coach out of my bag, twinges of pain done worked their way up my legs. Zorda bless it, I was a right mess. I dumped the gift o
