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The anger finally overtook the last of the guilt. “You know,
you’d think that you’d support me now that I’m not being a chicken
shit for once in my life. You’d think that as my best friend you’d
want to encourage me to grow and branch out. Not try and talk me
out of it and refuse to let me try and explain it to you.”
Michelle’s end was silent for a long time, and I was just
about to check and see if she’d hung up on me when she finally said,
“You’d think.” Her words were soft but there were spikes around
them. Her defenses were raised now, too.
“Look. Whenever you want to open your mind a little, then
call me. But I have to go now. I have to go meet some ghost hunters
and summon some demons. Because that’s what we’re all about.”
“Bye, Chelsea.” She ended the call before I got the chance
to respond again.
Wow, Chelsea, since when did you become such a raging
bee-otch?
Since my best friend stopped supporting me and thought I’d
actually be interested in something dangerous and stupid like devil
worshipping, that’s when.
Tucker was waiting for me on the steps when I pulled up and
parked at the curb. When I got out of my car, he announced, “I
picked us up tacos this time. I hope that’s an acceptable substitute
for pizza.”
I grinned, even though my heart decided it was going to act
as a battering ram and try to break free of my chest. All the anger at
Michelle was banished to the tiny corner of my brain that wasn’t
consumed by his gorgeous smile. Stop that, Chelsea. “I suppose it’s
acceptable.”
Tucker led the way up to his kitchen again, and this time we
stopped there. He already had plates set out on the red square table
shoved into one corner, and there was a white paper bag in the
center, presumably holding yummy, spicy deliciousness.
“How was work today?” he asked as we seated ourselves.
I scooted my plastic red chair in closer to the table. “It was
good, thank you. How was work for you? Any new and exciting
customers?”
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