Chapter 10“Hi,” Max said.
I blinked my eyes. Or tried to. Only, I had no eyes anymore. Or at least not Voltan’s. “Hi,” I replied, pulling him in. “Are we…”
I looked around. He looked around. Bruce was by our side shaking his head. “Nope,” he said. “Still Arby’s.” He pointed to the spirits on all sides, at all the dangling willies and boobs.
I sighed. Or, as usual, tried to. I missed those borrowed lungs. I was glad to be back at Arby’s, back with Max, with Bruce, happy to be rid of the pain and anxiety of life but surprised, just the same. I had died, been murdered, my killer captured. I even told my mom I loved her, or mostly told her, and still I was where I’d started, poofed back to Arby’s, but no farther.
“Huh,” I said.
Max patted my rump. “Maybe it takes some time. Chaz hasn’t be
