CHAPTER 14
I step up to a typical-looking ranch house in Middle Purgatory and ring the doorbell. Outside, the place looks just like my home: a one-story gray ranch house on a bland street of other one-story gray ranch houses. A few seconds pass before a beautiful blonde couple opens the door.
A willowy-tall woman tilts her head to one side, setting her blonde ringlets jiggling. “Hello, Myla.”
Damn, Cissy’s mom totally hates me. “Hi, Mrs. Frederickson.”
“I’m here, too.” Cissy’s dad’s handsome face droops into a frustrated frown. He hates me too. It’s the tail. Most quasis don’t see Furor as demons per se, since they have two deadly sins and all. We’re more like freaks of nature, which is how Mr. Frederickson is glaring at me right now.
“Hello, Mr. F.” No point using his full name; he l
