I open my eyes, rolling onto my back. I prop myself on my elbows, looking to see who my savior is. A cherubic face shoves itself into my line of sight. Familiar and angelic and absolutely, beyond any doubt, pissed. “Now you’ve really done it, you conceited fool!” Winnifred growls, balling my bow tie in her hand, shaking a fist to my face. “What the heck were you thinkin’? What’d have happened if I weren’t here? I’ve no words to describe you!” She is standing above me, her face as red as a ripe tomato, her eyes so big I can see my reflection in them. “You don’t?”
