Page 44 of The Hallows Queen

Annoyed, I grab my phone to look over my DoorDash options.

Leaning against my counter, I scroll for a couple of minutes before I get bored and close the app. I don’t know what I’m in the mood for, and everyone knows you can never decide on a DoorDash option when you don’t have a specific craving.

I dial Katie’s number as I walk through the house and drop down onto the couch.

“Hello?” she answers, and I groan.

“Tell me what to get for dinner,” I whine, falling over on the couch dramatically, even though she can’t see me.

“Burger?” she suggests first.

“No.”

“Sushi?”

“No.”

“Uhhhh, tacos?” She laughs.

“No,” I whine, rolling my head on the leather.

“Okay, I’m done.”

“Kaaaate!I can’t pinpoint my craving, and I’mhungry.”

“Well, I guess you’re going to starve because I don’t know how to help you,” she muses, teasing me.

“Promise you’ll invite Rihanna to my funeral.”

“I will,” she says, laughing. “Of course. But I don’t think she’ll come. She’s so busy with the makeup line, and I’m pretty sure she’s secretly recording a new album.”

I groan. “Tell me about your day to distract me. Maybe that’ll help my stomach decide.”

“I met with a client about their new house in Seattle, and we went over color schemes and patterns. She wants a massive statue of an elephant in the front yard, so I’m trying to figure out how to get around that.”

“The life of an interior designer, huh?”

“It’s a hard job, but someone has to do it,” she says sarcastically. “What about you? Have you seen your sex friend again?”

I cringe. “Mysex friend?”

“The douchey tattooed guy with the big dick. You know who I’m talking about.” She laughs as I roll my eyes.

“No, I haven’t seen him since Monday. Don’t think I’m going to again. I got relationship vibes from him. Not interested.”

“Or youareinterested and you’re just running away because you think you aren’t deserving of love,” she snips, and I outwardly flinch.

“Ouch.”

“Well… am I wrong?”

“I didn’t know I was calling my therapist; how much do I owe you, doctor?” I deadpan, sitting up straight again.

“This session is on the house, babe.” She chuckles. “But really, would it be so bad if you made an attachment? You need a support system down there, especially with everything going on with your dad. It might be nice to have a little love in your life.”

I think over her words, but before I have a chance to say anything back, she shouts through the phone. “I have a great idea!”

“Oh?” I say, laughing.

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