I managed a grin. Miracles did happen. Seemingly frequently, as of late. “Someone on this planet is named O’Destruction?”
“Touché,” she replied, turning to head back up the stairs. She looked over her shoulder. “As to your second and third questions, Paula has been, shall we say, diffused, temporarily, and, no, we are not safe.” The click and clack returned. We followed it, rapidly. Which was surprising, considering the heels Eve was donning.
And so, up we ran and in we ran and through we ran, eventually making it to the front door, where we spotted Paula, who was writhing on the floor, howling like a banshee. “Cheap hairspray in the eyes,” explained Eve. “Gets ‘em every time.” FYI, said hairspray had been hidden in her wig, which explained the added towering coming from her northward re
