I think it’s fury.
All aimed at her grandmother.
“Thank you for putting your life on hold to raise me and Aiden. Thank you for what you sacrificed. But you know what?I didn’t ask for that either. Sostop fucking blaming me, andstop fucking trying to run my life.”
“Enough! That’s no way to talk to your elders.”
“And that attitude is exactly why I don’t want to talk to you at all.”
Nigel breathes wrong.
I look at him.
He resumes breathing appropriately without looking like he might fully straighten to take a swing at me.
“Davis?” Sloane says.
“Yes?”
“Please remove them from my house.”
I start to answer, but before I can, a stout, furry body pushes past me. “Maaaaaaaa,” it yells.
Granny Gaslighter shrieks.
And Sue the goat leads a charge of six other goats into Sloane’s bedroom, all of them bleating and snorting and circling the old lady.
“Make it stop!” she yells.
“Sheriff’s office, everyone freeze,” Chester calls. “We’re on our way, Sloane. Somebody finally let the goats back out, and I can’t—we’re coming! We really are!”
“Back, Satan’s handmaidens,” Granny Gaslighter shouts.
“Sue, eat her purse,” Sloane orders.
Sue’s easy to pick out. He’s been Grady’s pet for as long as Sloane’s been in Shipwreck, and he’s missing one of his horns.
“Why are you doing this to me?” Granny Gaslighter cries while the goats back her against the wall.
“Because you’re a fucking evil old lady and you deserve it,” Sloane yells back.
Nigel straightens.
Sloane fires another dildo at him.
He makes a gargled noise and drops, grabbing his chest, and one of the goats backs into him and shits in his lap.
“We’re here,” Chester says. “We’re here. We—Ahhh! What happened to your beautiful hair?”
He’s staring at me.
Beanie must’ve fallen off in the car.
Fabulous.
Except I don’t really care.
“Get the fucking goats out of mynewly cleaned bedroomand arrest them, please, Chester,” Sloane says. “And once again, yes, I’d like to press charges, and can this please be for the veryfucking last time?”
