“I untangle myself from Sher as carefully as I can, but whoever keeps laying on the doorbell is more to blame for waking her.“Don’t answer it,” Sher groggles from the bed.“Why not?”“It could be Trent, and he’ll shoot you in the face if you open the door.”“I doubt he’s coming back here, but thanks for the heads-up.” I still have my clothes on from last night. I run a hand through my hair before I take a glimpse through the peephole.It’s Lisa. And a wiggling pile of Sher’s siblings, who are clim...bing all over each other, like escaped acrobats from a circus. I hesitate to open the door. Although it’s not Trent, Lisa is just as likely to shoot me in the face.“What took you so long?” she says when I finally open up. Her eyes pause on the skating spider tattoo, but then she just rolls her eyes and says, “Sher’s still here, isn’t she?”The kids bubble over the threshold, repeating Lisa’s question and asking who put the spider on my face, before they start scouting through my house like curious cats. One of the boys climbs onto my couch, grabs the remote, and works it like a pro. He’s got cartoons on before I can ask him if he wants help. His own search for his sister is over.“Ma? What are you doing here?” Sher shuffles down the hall, in her shirt and panties, straightening her ponytail. Her little sister runs to her and throws her arms around Sher’s legs. Lisa drops a bag from her shoulder onto the floor. She glances at Sher, catching the tattoo collage on her arm and, I’m pretty sure, at least the edge of the cheeky monkey. Lisa doesn’t seem to miss much. She frowns, but doesn’t comment.“I need a favor,”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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