“Yes, I know Luna’s mad at me,” I said, heading for my dresser. “It doesn’t matter. This has to be done, and she can be mad at me while I’m there just as easily as she can be mad at me from a distance.” More easily, maybe. I’ve been told I’m an irritation that lingers, but everyone who said that was mad at me at the time, so I don’t know if I can call them objective observers.
