#feverburned

       [“Hey, Stacey?”]

  Serena was sitting in the plushiest chair in the Cave,   or rather “enveloped” would be a better word, as she   practically sank into it. A rare picture, she was   bare-faced and in her pjs: duckie shirt and cotton tiger   print short shorts. An enormous fluffy cream-colored   blanket pooled to one side, available for quick use should   she need to cover her legs. But Stacey had seen her scars   long ago, and the others were out on a mission they wouldn’t   be back from until late tomorrow afternoon.

        A hardback copy in pristine condition of Stephanie Meyer’s         Twilight, russian translation, rested in her lap. Serena held          it up for Stacey to see.

  [“Have you ever read this? Robin gave it to me, told me   I ‘should read it because it was one of the best modern   american literature had to offer.’”]

She scrunched up her nose and regarded the book.