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“Wow?”

“What do you want me to say?”

“You did this!”

My hands go to my hips.

“Well, I only gave you back what you left in my house!”

“I did not put bats in your belfry.”

“Oh, yeah? What about the gnomes?”

He goes quiet.

Aha.

“And the snakes?” I demand, stomping my foot.

His expression shifts. Guilt.

“You did!”

“Belinda, I just⁠—”

“You put snakes in my shower?”

“No!”

“Then why do you look guilty?”

“I put worms in your pipes.”

My mouth falls open.

“Worms?”

“They were supposed to come out of the faucet.”

“That’s disgusting!”

“It was harmless!”

“They attracted snakes!”

“I didn't anticipate the fucking snakes!”

I stare at him. He stares back.

Then, against my better judgment, my lips twitch. His do too.

“This is ridiculous,” I mutter.

“Agreed.”

“Truce?”

Chapter 6