So. Who had been see around town?
Mirror-Tuesday. Faye. The private dick. Campy. Sand.
Shit.
All of the shits. And also All of the Questions.
Because why not. Which is also a question. Kind of.
But. Seriously. Fucked. They were totally fucked.
Sigh.
Tuesday didn't plan on pacing in circles at the Circles, but that was what she was doing. Because. Five of them.
More sighs.
And hands raking through her hair.
It was totally all sticky-up-y already and it wasn't even afternoon.