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"Who did it?" I screeched, pointing a shaking finger at hiernail polish (people have been dying, dao with me to the salon anymore; was it any wonder I needed a touch-up? Not for what the pedicurist actually did towas essential to ure out how to bring yourself back? If you did, you are so dead! You&039;re supposed to be dead until I&039; you back!"
Marc opened hisidea how hard this has all been on uess you don&039;t have the faintest clue!"
"Betsy-"
"I turn my back for five seconds and you kill yourself? That&039;s the thanks for being one of the coolest rooard for how that&039;d etting shot or ending up in hell or both? Huh? Oh, and that stupid nasty scary Marc Thing is dead, thanks to me, and you&039;re welco existed at all was also because of me Icky stoic cranky Future Me
Irrelevant! Marc had a lot of nerve being alive, and I was going to explain just how much in loud and shrill detail
"Betsy-" He sort of flowed to his feetnot fast, not like a varaceful Like when you&039;ve given yourself a pedi and you sort of roll over and carefully cliet there, the job gets done, but it&039;s not the most beautiful way tooff possibilities even as I bitched and yowled at my inconveniently resurrected friend Not a va like his old cotton-and-blood-on-hospital-scrubs self And you didn&039;t "catch" being a olf froo that either you were born a olf, or you weren&039;t Scratch lycanthropy So that meant
I brandished the stool at Marc like he was a zombie bull "Back! Stay back! Do not lurch over here to try to eat ht in Why? Why am I even surprised to run into another zoain?"
"Betsy-"
"Don&039;t think," I warned, taking a big step back I hate hate hated zo myself in terror, other than the fact that I couldn&039;t, was because he wasn&039;t gross and goopy or trying to eat my brains And because it was Marc "Don&039;t think I won&039;t kill you again, buster I&039;ll jam this stool up your ass so far you&039;ll barf splinters for a week! And then I&039;ll really make you sorry!"
"I believe you," he said dryly He&039;d stopped co for me, just stood there with his hands up in the universal please-don&039;t-shoot-ical gloves on his hands were bloody Because he&039;d been-he&039;d been-"Listen, Betsy, I-"
"Ohup here?" My brain was still cycling through reasons, and not liking anything it was co up with I stared at the cat with fresh horror, then back at Marc, as staring at the floor inwhat? Sha here, and why are you cutting up my dead cat? How could you do this tomyself facedown on the floorboards
and burst into tears
TEN
It wasn&039;t entirely Sink Lair&039;s fault But I didn&039;t figure that out &039;til later At the ti scary h before my husband literally burst in on the scene
So anyway, Sinclair hurtled through the attic door and galloped up the stairs, and because he heard , and because he kneasn&039;t at him, he took all seventeen of the stairs in about half a second
Then he burst into the attic just in ti over his wife "Aw, c&039;lllkkkkk!"
"Never touch her," he said in a tone that would seem friendly and conversational if you didn&039;t know him, and thus scared the shit out of at least two of us, "and explain yourself Right now Do not lie: I know you are not a new subject"
Marc&039;s zo about a foot in the air-Sinclair already had several inches on the poor guy, and had now hoisted hi of Make Marc My Personal Pinata
"Glllkkk!"
"Get your hands off hi, I went fro to scared and pissed and protective "He wasn&039;t doing anything except co back froo!"
My shrill nagging had no effect I ju at the dust all over hts (the black ed on Sinclair&039;s ar it to coe Great: the one ti with a vaer on his worst day than I was on ods, what did the old bricks? "You better notmakemewithholdsex!" Please please don&039;t make me withhold sexif there was a uy&039;s mercy), I wouldn&039;t have to withhold sex
I nearly fell on ain) I&039;d ponder what that lad he&039;d put Marc down and I wasn&039;t clinging to the inside of his ar on?" Sinclair asked He bent, hauledup a box of paper clips, then thrust uy&039;s sneaky deftness while being irritated that his Fred Flintstone side was showing "Explain Now"
"What, like I know? I came up here, and there he was, all reani" I stood on tiptoe to peek at Marc over Sinclair&039;s shoulder "You&039;re in a lot of trouble, pal!"
"Tell ical gloves and fire the, at a nearby wastebasket That was such a Marc-ism, a trick I&039;d seen hier ebbed, and I felt the first beginning gladness that loves at things withoutversion or the short version?"
"I want the version where you start by saying, &039;Then I stupidly OD&039;d in my bedroom so my roommate could find me and be totally traumatized&039; and finish with &039;and then Sinclair shook rinned, and it actually hurt et cramps, mine did just then I didn&039;t kno to feel, which made it cramp more "I stupidly OD&039;d in my bedroom, and then all of a sudden I was back here In the an slowly, stepping to the side to block me when I tried to duck around hi?"
"I don&039;t knohat happened I&039;ve got no idea how I ended up here I&039;uys would"