can only assume you knew nothing about all this but Bethanie showed up at my door the other day, let herself into it when I wasn’t here and I nearly blew her head off when I came home.
When I sent her a spare key I thought she’d have the sense to at least tell he when she was going to show up and not send some half-assed teasing text about thinking about it just because she had one.
I get shot at, occasionally bitten not of my choice, been drugged, almost raped, hit over the head and was recently attacked by a malicious grove of trees but you’re braver than I am… you’re raising kids. I have to track a few leads in New Orleans in a few days and I have no choice but take her with me, in the company possibly the were I bitched about down the page - though he recently opted not to let my ass blown to kingdom come - but we all know I’m going hell anyway.
If she didn’t tell you she got mixed up with some now pissed off were and called in a few favors from a couple of vampires to cover herself and now she’s been spotted with some shifter already. You know what the story will be, he’s different or she’ll fix him as far as weres and shifters go - if only there was a real spay and neuter program put into effect - vampires with rules, give me that any day.
As for the rest of life… let’s just say I had a bitch of a last few days but Tara proved she’s the kind of friend you don’t make a summer camp and never hear from again. We shared some crazy crap in those past few days. Mostly I wish she’d been with me though to hold up the exhaust system while I jury-rigged it with a measuring tape. Road repairs where I ended up the other night are not a big priority. I think it’s to keep the riff-raff… IN.
Later when it’s worthy. I’ll let you know how our little sister is doing and and try to teach her some taste about WHO she’s doing - sorry, but it is me. Vice Cop: No Filter.
Love to you all. Cassie
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