Somehow that sounds less scary to me than Tim.
Annoying? Yes.
Definitely a loser? For sure.
Me:
Yeah, he was a lot smaller.
Although, let me tell you people who inject Adderall into their veins are quite terrifying.
He was cleaning and straightening everything over and over again.
But yes, no chainsaw threats.
Alice:
WOAH SORRY INJECTING ADDERALL?? I missed that one.
Yeah don't...don't do that.
At least all he did was clean?
Me:
Hahaha yes, I hid in the corner with my cat.
Alice:
“It'll be okay, sweetie… the crazy man just needs to leave the Windex alone and we'll be fine.”
Me:
His drug dealer added me on Facebook.
I didn’t accept the friend request.
Alice:
LMFAO WHAT NO.
Aw man what a B- idea.
Me:
He’s still in the queue.
Alice:
Where he should stay in perpetuity!
Timmy reappears from the back room, his tone calm but his face unreadable.
“I’ve got everything under control now,” he says with a half-smile, and I almost believe him.
But a sinking feeling reminds me that even if he can keep it together for a moment, the storm is never far behind.
CHAPTER 39