6
Celeste Discovers Something About the Ickies
I woke up at five to the sound of someone yelling my name. Out of habit, I brushed my hair back from my face, and swore as the pain reminded me that I had a savage black eye.
‘Celeste! Let me in!’
‘Shut up!’ hollered someone from one of the other apartments.
‘But the pizza will get cold!’
‘I’ll make your pizza cold! Shut up already!’
I hurried to the window and opened it to see Russ below, holding a pizza box. He saw me leaning out.
‘It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were!’
‘Russ, for God’s sake!’
‘She speaks: O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art as glorious to this night, being o’er my head, as is a winged messenger of heaven …’
‘Just a minute, just a minute!’
I closed the window, pushed the buzzer to let
