Ding, ding, ding. The winner is me. Dear Wild Goddess and all that is holy. That burger is mine. I know how I sound, but I haven’t really eaten in five days. When I left my beloved bungalow in the middle of the night, it was by car, under my special eighth shield of invisibility. I had cash, my phone, and my battered duffle bag carrying my meagre possessions.
