Page 38 of Jacob Michaels is Not Crazy

“I ain’t got no damn pets.” She placed the vegetables on the counter and turned to me with her fists on her hips.

“Something has been crawling into bed with me at night.” She started to interject, but I continued quickly in order to cut her off. “And it crawled into bed with Lucas and me last night and he noticed it, too. So, I’m not fucking crazy. That excuse isn’t going to fly.”

“You need to take—”

“I haven’t taken my pills in days.” I actually stomped my foot. “If this was withdrawal, I’d be over it by now. And that doesn’t explain Lucas noticing it either!”

“I don’t have any pets, I tell ya’.” She snapped back.

“Then. What. Is. It?”

Oma started to say something, stopped herself, and raised her head haughtily.

“I don’t know what in the world you’re talkin’ about, Robbie.” She sniffed. “If somethin’s crawlin’ into your bed at night, it ain’t no damn pet of mine.”

I glared at her.

“Fine,” I said. “Game on, old woman.”

I turned to leave the kitchen.

“What the hell does that mean?” She grumbled.

“If you aren’t going to tell me—I’m not going to tell you,” I replied over my shoulder. “Elphaba.”

“Who?”

“Read a book.” I snapped as I walked away.