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Show Woodworth/2^2 care of you." Warty looks from Megan a*jd Rachael and smiles. Tennis. "What goes in to a sombrero?" Megan asks. "Head." "What?" Rachael asks. "Head." "The kind you drink, asshole." "Assholes." She smiles. "Don't give me a hard time. I'm trying to use you as my psych final. What goes in to a sombrero?" "Kahlua and cream." "Should I get aspirin?" Megan asks. "How the fuck should I know? I guess not. Maybe she's already taken something. What is there for drugs in this house?" "Valium. And alcohol* And probably lots of other stuff." "Doesn't look like she's been into the valium. Go check it out, and let me know if you see anything that looks like she's pilfered it." « Warty watches her sister leave the room. Her leg is still cold where Megan's clammy feet have been rubbing. "Jflfegs," fflie says. She looks down at her leg. No one there. Her legs tingle. She moves them to see if she can find out what's wrong. The tingling turns to a burning, then stops. "Complete this sentence. 'Thank God It's...'" Marty stares at her. "Ffff..."Rachael cues. "Friday," they both say together- "Try this one. Where the Lowells speak only to Cabots, and the Cabots sneak. |
