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Some Sort of Normal
Trisha and Amy looked at me, at each other, and spared me any question or comment. I climbed into the backseat and fell asleep as soon as we exited the hotel parking lot, letting them drive the whole way back to Blotter Manor.
We got there just before sunset. The three of us were wasted, and could only think of going to bed. And so we did. The next morning, we woke up really early, even Trisha, and decided to have a breakfast to cover for the dinner we’d skipped the night before. Looked like those two had been talking about me while I snored from the backseat. Trisha wore her regal smile of queen of discretion and asked if I would be okay with having her over a few times a week, on weekdays.
“You’re gonna need help with the burns for at least a couple of weeks,” she said.
“And I would like to drop by on weekends, if you don’t mind,” said Amy.
I frowned, smelling rat. “I’m fine, guys, really.”
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