Jesse had come home from capoeira and had run ten k on her treadmill before hitting the showers. She had too much nervous energy and now her hair was still wet, and it was five minutes before nine. She hadn’t eaten either and now she was standing with her hair soaking the back of her t-shirt while she stood peering into her refrigerator. She grabbed an apple, took a bite, and tried to ignore the sound of Fluffy howling at her for more food. She groaned when he howled louder.
“You’re going to get fat. Really fat. Go play with your mouse.” She waved at his stuffed toy in the corner of the room.
Her doorbell rang, causing Fluffy to run in a skittish display of terror down the stairs to the basement. She closed her fridge and felt her heart thundering furiously. Apart from Hector, Dylan and
