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I dropped a plate, which didn’t break but did splatter tomato sauce all over the floor. “Max, son of a b***h, do you have to scare me every single time?”
I glared at the seagull who now perched on the countertop. It shimmered and expanded, and he stood beside me.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I forgot about your exaggerated startle response. Let me clean that up.”
“What are you doing here?” I asked and handed him a wad of damp paper towels.
“Cleaning your kitchen,” he replied. “I also sensed you’re in danger, so I pulled off the road at a rest stop, and here I am.” He looked around. “Is there danger here to anything but your health? Remember, your cholesterol is high.”
“f**k my cholesterol, I’m still having the tiramisu. Oh, and the lights outside were blinking and then went dark. Gianca
