stared down at Cordelia, watching to see what she might pull out of the bin. It was like telly. Almost. I was too broke to own a telly, so it was good enough. As if on cue, Cordelia chucked something up at me. She rarely acknowledged my presence. Shocked, I reached out to catch whatever it was that she’d thrown. My hand closed around an old rag, and a vision slammed into me. Not again.
