6 Chapter 6

What the hell was I in for tomorrow? They usually played stupid games and had karaoke contests. I never bothered to participate in those, not seeing the point. It wasn’t that I couldn’t sing. I simply didn’t want to. I didn’t need others to stroke my ego.

I prepared dinner, fed the cat, and tumbled into bed two hours later, too exhausted to even turn on the TV. God, tomorrow would be the pits.

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When I arrived at the park where the event was being held at nine the next morning, the sun was shining, damn it. I’d wanted gloom, rain, or a nice scary thunderstorm. Dry lightning? No such luck.

I was dressed in old jeans and a faded light blue T-shirt since it was a warm day in May. I waved at Liz, who was being hit on by one of the maintenance guys. She looked ready to swat him one upside the head. I hoped someone took a picture of that when it happened, which seemed likely. It might become my new screensaver.