““You know, they did let you have that room,” I said. “In fact, I think they’re assuming you’ll use it, as opposed to lingering in strange hallways.” She responded to me with, “Girl, I am bored outta my tits.” “Can we have one cross-country quest without talking about your tits?” Her pretty dark eyes went narrow and thoughtful, and she caressed her cheek with a long fingernail colored jack-o’-lantern orange. After a thoughtful pause, she shook her head. “I don’t see how.” “I figured.””
