“Morgan…” I shouted. XXNX Her hands ruffled my hair gently like I was a pet, and my eyes could look nowhere but down at her nylon-covered feet. She walked in, dressed in her black sweatpants and white sweatshirt and black sneakers. “Come on. “Really?”
“I’m just trying to figure out how I never managed to see all along those years that you’re a sicko.” I said as I slowly got to my feet. Lenoir’s head. That was such…bullshit. “Yes.” I felt every wrinkle of her sole on my cheek, as she kept still, using me as her footstool while I cried beneath her. Judy got into her car and started driving, going to where she would always go whenever she wanted to explode, to her only friend, Morgan.
