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“What?”
“Nothing.”
Dani peers around me.
“Were the cops just here?”
“No.”
Annabeth raises an eyebrow. I sigh.
“Yes.”
Carolina pushes past me.
“Girl, we have been calling you all week. You had a party without us?”
“What?”
I laugh. It comes out slightly hysterical.
“What party?”
Dani points at the blender.
“That.”
“This is medicine.”
Annabeth sniffs it.
“Is that rum?”
“Yeah. My friend Cat brought me a bottle of Puerto Rican rum the last time she went on vacation. I only use it for medicinal purposes.”
“How much medicine have you had?”
I look at the pitcher.
“I don't understand the question.”
Dani snorts. Carolina takes the blender away from me.
“Hey.”
“You've had enough medicine.”
“You're not my doctor.”
“No, but I'm reasonably certain doctors don't prescribe half a bottle of rum and Häagen-Dazs.”
“Then doctors lack imagination.”
Annabeth walks into the living room and surveys the wreckage. Empty ice cream carton.
Tissues.
Laptop.
