by Donna Hosie
“You were the one who confirmed Alfarin’s research. And you led me and Mitchell to him, and all those other resources. If you hadn’t done that, we would never have gotten Elinor back. So I’m saying thank you. Not because I have to, but because I want to.”
Patty considers this.
“Don’t think you being nice will make me forget that Mitchell promised to take me out for dinner,” she finally replies. She looks me up and down, as if seeing me for the first time. “And don’t think for one second that I don’t fully intend to be his dessert.”
I shake my head as a guffaw threatens to escape my chest. It’s not because I think Patty’s funny. It’s because right now, as much as I adore Mitchell, I have bigger issues to deal with.
“You are seriously weird, Medusa Pallister,” says Patty, an unsure smile on her face. “There’s something not quite right with you.”
Now I let out a full-on laugh.
Medusa Pallister, that’s me. There may be something not quite right with me, but I’m finally okay with that.
