Chapter 16: A Chat with Cat
It’s cold outside, so I pull my flannel shirt close around me and huddle into it for warmth. Beside me, Cat sits in an oversized tank top and a pair of men’s boxer shorts, with nothing but slouchy socks on her feet. “Aren’t you freezing?” I ask her.
With a shake of her head, she says, “I’m hot-blooded.”
“You’re crazy,” I correct. “We should go inside.”
“Have to finish this first.” She tips her cigarette at me.
“When’d you start smoking anyway?”
She shrugs and stares up into the night sky. “College?”
It comes out like a question, as if I should know. Shivering in my shirt, I mutter, “Yeah, well, it’s a bad habit. It’ll kill you one day, you know.”
“Something has to.”
My sister, the pseudo-philosopher. She must’ve been a lot of fun late at night in the do
