Chapter Thirty-Eight
A knock wakes me up.
I look around groggily, wondering where I am.
Then it all rushes back, including the fact that I’m at Honey’s place.
“Sis, you will want to hear me out,” Honey shouts. “Chop, chop.”
I get up, stumble to the door, and open it. “What?”
Honey steps back. “On second thought, you can brush your teeth first.”
She’s offended by my smell? Oh, the irony. Now that I’m not so overwhelmed, I can detect all manner of unpleasantness—like kitty litter, Honey’s leather jacket, her antiperspirant, and a faint hint of Fabio’s yucky cologne.
Still, fair is fair, so I brush my teeth with a spare toothbrush and splash some water on my face. Feeling a bit more human, I check to make sure that my paper cut—that horrific injury from last night—is healed enough to
