I’m just about to pick up the candle and hand it off to Posey when there’s a knock on the door. “Fuck,” I whisper. “She’s here,” Posey says. “Shit, am I sweaty?” I lift my arms and turn toward the boys. “Oooo, giant pit stains,” Pacey says. “Go change your shirt.” Hornsby leans in and sniffs me. “And throw on more deodorant.” Taters slaps me in the ass. “Hurry. We’ll distract her.”
