“You don’t gotta…” Violet protested.
“I don’t,” Mei agreed. “Then again, you didn’t have to clean up after me, either. Consider it tit for tat.” After brushing out Violet’s tangles, Mei began to swiftly braid her hair. Keeping her head steady, Violet caught sight of her reflection in the washbowl next to her. Her skin was waxy pale, and her eyes were nothing but deep gopher holes. Violet touched her face, almost in disbelief.
“I ain’t never drinking tequila again,” Violet swore.
Mei chuckled. “Or at least, nothing more than a few shots. And certainly not half the damn bottle.”
“I did what—?” Violet turned quickly, which was a massive mistake. Her stomach heaved, and Violet was back over her clay pot. At least by now, there wasn’t much left. Mei waited patiently for Violet to sit back u
