I raked an agitated hand through my hair. “I don’t understand.”
“You’ve lost the ability to speak English…” Star studied her nails. “…as well as shower frequently?”
“No! Conor warned me off her. You three gave me her name. I know that you wouldn’t if I were an ax murderer, but still?—”
Jen patted my arm. “You’re a good man, Stan.”
“Yeah, okay.” Star scoffed. “If he’s a good man, then I’m as pure as the driven snow.Not.”
“Star!”
“Never mind that, Jen. Kitty’s a bitch.” Savannah grinned. “I’d enjoy watching her tame our man Stan.”
That was when I realized they’d positioned me in the center of their circle.
As images of Macbeth and his meeting with the Weird Sisters flashed before my eyes again, I breathed, “Kitty Frasier?”
“Think it’s short for Catriona,” Savannah added.
“Spelled the Irish way. Kah-tree-oh-nah.” Star rolled her eyes. “You know how the Irish love to add extra vowels in unusual places.”
“I love that,” Savannah purred. “That’s why my first kid had all the vowels in all therightplaces.”
“She’s literally called Aidan.”
“Exactly, Star! What about what I just said was wrong?”
As Jen waded into this discussion as someone who possessed a veritable cornucopia of vowels in her own birth name, I let their conversation phase out.
Catriona Frasier.
The name whispered through my mind.
Along with the word?—
Mine.
NINE
TEXT CHAT
THAT SAME DAY
Neev: How’d your hair turn out, Kitty?
Kitty: Aren’t you homeward bound?
Raisin: Bitch. You know that movie tore me up
Neev: Oooh, boy. Does that mean that the dye didn’t take?
Raisin: It didn’t BUT it looks great.
Kitty: I’m no longer silver, let’s put it that way
Raisin: The ombre job is chef’s kiss good
Raisin: And hey, if you want a pro job, go and PAY PROFESSIONALS
