Pain fades,” I said slowly. “But being a nutcase seems to stick around. Guess who got the better deal here?” The last thing I remember is Mr. Chu’s face blazing with fury.
What was premeditated murder if not calculated leverage?
I still felt like I might hurl, and I thought about how awful that would be in midair.
Fang was going to kill me. And after I was dead, he would kill me again.
The hamster called. He wants his home back.
The hardest part about parenting is when I have to be The Dad--aka the Fun-Sucker--as opposed to being a friend.