“Did Thor come back? Was he pissed you left? Are you okay? Did you break up?” “Easy, easy,” I said, raising my palms in supplication, wincing at the barrage of questions. “Don’t you ‘easy’ me,” she said. “I’m serious. I’ve been worrying all weekend. You seemed so freaked on—is that a hickey?” I clapped a hand to the side of my neck. “No?” “I guess you made up then.”
