CHAPTER 11MAGNOLIA
DAMON
I had to get away from her. Just for a few minutes. Surely she could only get into so much trouble in just a few minutes. I knew I would feel worse, not better, but my self-control was fraying. I had to get away.
After a lunch scraped together from vending machines, of which I declined to partake, I shaded her to Movie Barn. Most Lumii didn’t shade all that often. Most Lumii had cars, and weren’t hugely pregnant. I could not bring myself to make her walk. No matter how much I did not want to touch her.
“I’m going to go check on Audrey,” I said as I stepped back from her outside Movie Barn. “Shouldn’t take long.”
Her stricken look, though she covered it quickly, jabbed me with guilt, which in turn made me even angrier—at Naomi, and at myself for blaming Naomi.
