“That you are more certifiable than me?”
I pour more grains on my hand so at least Wednesday can enjoy this ride.
An hour and a half later, the car enters the university campus grounds.
“We are already here!” Lori exclaims.
Already? We got stuck in traffic for half an hour. I have only fifteen minutes to run to the library before it closes for the night.
“This is a bloke garden, not a campus, you should just stroll around and pick one…or two.” He winks. “Whooo, that one looks good from behind, nice hair.” Lori is pointing at the back of a blond guy. Wait, is that Ren?
“Wide shoulders.”
“Lori,” I try to stop him.
“Plush ass.”
“Lori!”
“Yeah, I could bend him over and give it a nice spanking.” He chuckles.
“Noooo.” I wince at the mental image.
“Who the fuck are you talking about?” I suddenly hear Bez’s barking voice from the front seat—I can finally distinguish the two alters. The partition rolls down, and yep, he’s sitting right there, near the driver.
“What the fuck?” I raise my arms in the air and let them drop on the seat. This family is a real nest of loons.
“Oh, finally one of my fiancés deems me worthy of some acknowledgement.” Lori’s words are filled with sarcasm.
Wednesday is nervously pacing next to me in her dog seat. I’m trying to calm her down with more grains, but it doesn’t seem to work.
“Do you want me to go on a killing spree? Is that what you want, Little Wasp?”
“Why come with me if you spend the whole trip on your damn phone?”
“I was working.” It’s Gabe now, I know because his voice is monotone.
“How about you marry your job then, while I go look for that blondie out there?”
“Guess you’re out of your mind if you think you canconsidersomeone else besides me without consequences.”
This is getting out of hand. Wednesday is flapping her wings now and shaking her head. If she strikes me with her beak, it’s going to hurt like a bitch.
“It was Ren!” I abruptly scream to put an end to it. “That guy out there with the lush, plush ass, the one you used to make your fiancés jealous, it was Ren.”
“No! Ugh. Krampus, why are you punishing me?” Lori squeezes his eyes, turning his head toward the sky, disgust spreading all over his face.
“Why were you in the front seat? There’s so much space in the back,” I ask Gabe.
“I didn’t want Wednesday to ruin another one of my suits,” he explains. They do look very expensive.
“Did you hear…everything?” Of course he did. Fuck!
“No.”
“Yes.”
Gabe and Bez reply one after the other. Their personalities are polar opposites. Their interactions are usually kind of entertaining, but this time I’m too afraid they’ll tell the others about…my imaginary friend.
