Chapter Fifteen
Eunice
“Bunnie: a woman with ridiculous necklaces, makeup that gives a clown a bad name, and toasted cheese to die for.” —The H-Pad 11’s description app
Bunnie woke up in her tent and looked across at Beryl and Mex. They were both snoring. She huffed; some sort of adventure this turned out to be. Johnny, her Johnny, was not Johnny after all. Instead, he was this so-called Legless, a t**t in an outdated threadbare kilt that couldn’t wipe a tear, let alone a nose, and a ponytail that flopped about his head like a wet sock.
Some legend . . .
Bunnie had always called herself a people person, a woman who read people like recipes. Now it seemed there were people who read like a bleeding Chaucer poem, double meanings all over the place—impossible to understand.
She had had e
