Chapter 15
“IN DISTRESS?”
“Huh?”
Cate’s learning to make coffee from a girl named Damsel.
“In distress?”
“Oh. I get it,” Damsel says with a weak smirk.
Cate can’t tell whether the girl doesn’t get the joke or she’s heard it so many times she can’t be bothered laughing.
Judging by the crows’ feet, Cate had assumed she and Damsel were the same age when they were first introduced. The crows’ feet, the bags under Damsel’s eyes, and the general weariness coming off her like stink from a skunk all added up to thirtysomething, at the very least. Plus the fact that she mentioned having at least two kids—and clearly another one on the way. Cate figured the Britney Spears hair and glitter eye-shadow were probably an attempt to dress as lamb, until Damsel mentioned that her twenty-first bi
