“What’s up, buttercup?” she asks with a smile. “Zombies.” I raise one arm and sweep my hand around the room. “Zombies everywhere.” She takes a bite of her fruit and yogurt parfait and shakes her head. “No, no, no. They’re not zombies. They’re acting respectful of the high god’s concubine.” A chuckle bursts from my chest at her apt description. “I’m not a concubine.”
