Chapter Fifteen
I was holed up in my room eating my contraband chicken enchiladas and chile rellenos with green sauce when I heard a knock on my door.
“Let me in, Phee,” Juliet said. “I can smell Mexican food through the door.”
I put my food on the nightstand and said through the door, “How do I know it’s you and not just some starving vegetarian who has finally snapped and come to steal my tasty dinner.”
“You know my voice.”
“You could be a vegetarian mimic pretending to be my sister.”
“Ophelia Jefferson, let me in this room or I’m calling your mother.”
I opened the door to let her in. “She’s your mother, too.”
“Yeah, well, she does like me better.”
“No, she doesn’t. She only told you that so you would get over your inferiority complex.”
“What inferiority complex?”
“Exactly.” I
