Michelle: Have you talked to that shithead yet? I groan. Gabriel promised Caleb would get her home—safely and unmolested. But this is Caleb. Mercy: No. Why? What did he do? The three dots dance across my screen and I picture her lying in bed—it’s 11:00 a.m.—furiously tapping away on her screen. Michelle: NOTHING! I practically climbed onto his lap and he turned me down! I thought you said he’d fuck anything! I’m anything!
