15
“WHAT are you wearing?” Gretchen’s face is slathered in green mask and the apartment looks like a bomb went off. Quack is stretched out on her pile of old Rose City Registers. We bring home extra copies so she can eat those instead of our books. She sees me and lifts her ratty head before realizing, “Oh, it’s just you,” and moving to clean her butt.
“Long story.” I plunk down on the couch. A headache hovers undecided behind my eyeballs. “What is all this?”
“First, why didn’t you answer my texts?”
I pull my phone out. It’s been on silent all night and I didn’t realize it. I find many missed texts from Gretchen:
OMG u need to see this.
Jaynie, the book is selling!
WHERE R U
COME ON I’m starting to worry
R u nekked with the Pie Man? Is he showing u his sword?
WTF WHERE R U CALL M
