19I didn’t stay much longer at Bonnie’s. The ADHD Dozen were all in various stages of meltdown as their bedtimes approached. I didn’t want to be there when things got ugly with the kids, as I knew they would.
Besides, I had a stop to make on the way home. Namely, the convenience store around the corner, where I picked up a quart of milk.
I needed the milk because I still had a problem to deal with back at the DeeLite Efficiency Motel. His name was Ghost, and he’d been at large in my room since I’d left for Bonnie’s place.
Needless to say, I was more than a little worried when I parked at the motel and walked up to the door of my room. Ghost could have done a serious number on the place in the three hours I’d been gone. I didn’t know what to expect.
With the quart of milk in one h
