#dimethyltryptamiine

“My mom and Stacy won’t be home today!” She jammed the key into the lock and turned it promptly. “That means we can drink and play with my new tarot deck. Oh! I gotta show you somethin’!” She bounced into the cluttered apartment that smelled of stale Marlboro’s and fresh cannabis. She dumped the contents of her backpack out onto the kitchen table and grinned from ear to ear. She picked up an old, grimy scalpel from the pile of collections and held it up to the light. “See this? I found some old medical supplies at the abandoned Holy Cross Hospital. All I needa do is clean them up and they’ll be good as new.” She turns to look at them over her shoulder. “...I ever tell you how I wanna be a doctor?”

“Just...” She swallows. “If you hear any howling, don’t open the door.” She didn’t want Max mistaking them for a stranger or burglar--they would be torn to shreds by the time they cracked open the door. Redd turns back to her magazine that she continues to flip through lazily. “There’s, like, some animal on the loose. Rabid or something,” she lied with ease. The storm outside raged on. Rain pelleted against the glass. Lightning flashed beautifully against the charcoal horizon. “Once the storm lets up, I can give you a ride home.” She forces a smile despite her mind dancing around the notion of Max being stuck out in the rain somewhere. “Kay?”

“i hate to be annoying--actually, no i don’t.. but would you mind?” she pleaded.  “which dress? black or blue?”  she lifted both coat hangers.

“Did you just touch my arse or was that a ghost?”