“You really want to test me.”
I noted her response was not framed in the form of a question, confirming Jeannie didn’t understand the rules of Jeopardy. Yeah, perhaps I was high on smoke fumes from the burned-out couch or maybe just exhausted from lack of sleep, but something overtook me.
I yawned, pointing at her, then at Martin, before patting my mouth sleepily and responding, “Well, since you asked so nicely, actually what I really want is a good night’s sleep without having either of you lording over me, especially with a steak knife.”
“You are a cagey one, Arianna Jackson.”
Jeannie laughed and for a moment released her hold on my friend so that she could clap. Leah was so weak she swayed and ended up clinging awkwardly to Jeannie’s side.
Before I could take a step, Jeannie, still
