I look at where she’s pointing. Then immediately flatten myself as deep into the driver’s seat as I can go. “Shit.” “Should you be saying shit in front of us?” Darcy asks. “Yeah— what happened to the pedagogical modeling of appropriate behaviors?” Impossible. He’s not here. He can’t be. I’m hallucinating. Paranoid delusions. Yes. From the chemicals in the Twizzlers. All that dye.
