13 Chapter 13

There were used tissues all over the floor, and I was sick of soup, but that was the only thing I had the energy for right then. And Liz had made a whole pot for me so all I had to do was heat up a little bit eachday. She’d also left a box full of bottled water next to the couch.

Maybe I should shower soon, but I didn’t feel like it. My cell phone rang in the middle of an afternoon snooze. I fumbled underneath the snotty tissues to find it. “Hello?” I barely even recognized my own voice, it was so raspy.

“Can I come over?” Even with my fuzzy brain, I recognized the voice on the other end of the line.

I tried to clear the frog out of my throat. “Why, Titus?”

“Do you need anything? I wanted to check on you.”

“Because you think a pathetic do-gooder like me wouldn’t have friends to take care of him? Whatever game you’re playing, I’m not interested. Buzz off,” I yelled, then hacked up half a lung as I ended the call. That could have gone better.

What a skunk!