SIX The next day, I was sitting in my room just after work, contemplating getting my books together to go study back at the office. Suddenly, Sophie walked into my room. Surprised to see her, I sat up on my elbows and gawked at her.
“What’s up?” she said. Her skin looked dry.
“Nothing. What’s up with you? I’ve never seen anybody your complexion look ashy. Where are you coming from?”
Looks like you’ve been in a hole somewhere.
I got up and started hanging up some clothes that my mom had washed and put on my bed. I had told her that she didn’t need to wash my clothes anymore, but she did it anyway. I made a mental note to thank her.
“I’m just tired,” Sophie said.
She looked it, and so did her jeans.
“You’re really breaking in those Blue Cults fast, aren’t you?” I said.
“Where have yo
