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"Thank you" She pulled me in closer and rested her head on my chest "Babe?"

"Yeah?"

"What’s that smell?"

"Trust me…" I looked down at my socks, which had at one point been white, but were now semi-brown "You don’t want to know"

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Elizabeth

"Well, don’t just stand there staring atonhere?" I asked, confused I glanced toward the BMW sitting in front of otten herself involved with now--or more likely, who

"What? Yourhter Is that such a cri hello!" She huffed

I leaned in to hug her "I’m just surprised to see you Sorry I haven’t called, I’ve been busy"

Her eyes narrowed "Is your forehead bleeding?"

I ran ed "Ketchup"

"Why is there ketchup on your forehead?"

"I WANT TO EAT YOUR BRAINNNNNS!" Tristan said, walking past the foyer as he chased after a zohetti noodles in his hands and ketchup dripping from his face

Mama’s head tilted to the left and her stare followed Tristan "I guess you have been busy"

"It’s not what it looks like--" I started, but E to the door and ju into Ma E covered in ketchup "Well, aren’t you azombie and vampires!"

"Tick?" Mama turned to me and raised an eyebrow "You let athe type of men I let into my house? Do you not remember some of the men alked into yours?"

She smiled wickedly "Touché"

"Tristan," I called He cah his ketchup-filled hair

"Yeah?" He s to look at Mama