How not to Panic“I could deal with it before, okay? I could deal with your…weird little thing, I could go on off to bed and say hey, yeah, my sister is a nutcase but some people are, y’know? But now I think I’ve changed my mind because you know what, there’s a dead guy in a bag in my bathtub, and I’m not really okay with that.” My lips were so chapped I could feel them flaking off at every syllable. I kept licking them. “What do you want me to do? Charon, hey. Hey!”How not to Panic1 week ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She had been looking at the loveseat, but her eyes rolled back around, touched the ground, and came up again. She could barely look at me. I pointed to the vacant seat, like sticking a knife in an eggplant and slitting it upward.
“Is he sitting there?” I hissed. Charon could only reluctantly release anything. But when I asked, she answered, and she knew if she wanted me on her side she would tell the truth. Even before she nodded, her face was confirmation enou