CHAPTER
11
By the time we reached the car, my mind was on overload trying to process the sheer magnitude of the day’s unexpected events, and my patience level finally reached rock bottom. I’d been busy lecturing Sean about his irresponsible, self-destructive behavior, haranguing him about cutting out on the barbeque, not returning my texts or caring that I’d repeatedly been called a b***h by Daryl Hinkle, and just generally chewing him out while he was waxing poetic about being able to see every individual star in the Milky Way. It finally struck me that in his present muddled state of mind he probably didn’t even understand what I was saying and it was doubtful he’d remember the conversation when he came down off of whatever hallucinogenic d**g he’d inhaled. “You’d better not barf in
