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“Sure. She’ll get cash off them and they’ll leave the party full of salad leaves and with a cat or dog—whichever she has a surplus of hanging around the clubhouse.”
Kat appeared in front of me like one of the moles in a whack-a-mole game. I jolted in surprise then ducked out of the way when the hairbrush she was brandishing in her hand almost collided with my nose.
Grabbing it before she could inadvertently grace me with a second concussion on Sinners’ territory, I asked, “You okay with kneeling on the ground?”
She hitched a shoulder but had dropped to the carpeted floor before she finished saying, “Sure!”
With one ear on Katina’s chatter about how many cats Amara had now, and then Rachel and Star’s discussion about the charity, my focus switching between them and the YouTube video, I was amazed when, after thirty minutes, there was something resembling a braid on her head.
Some of the pleats were a little loose so, knowing partly what I was supposed to do now, I untucked the braid and set to doing a better job than with my first attempt.
“What are they talking about?”
With the thin brush between my teeth, and the odd silver stick that acted as a handle dangling out of my mouth, I mumbled, “Rachel wants Star to help her with a charity.”
“What kind of charity?”
“To help people like her.”
“Why does she need help?”
My lips twitched. “She doesn’t now. But she did.”
“Star’s awesome.”
“She is.”
“How awesome?”
“Very awesome.”
“Do you like us living with you?”
“I do.”
“Why?”
“You ask a lot of questions.”
“Star told you that already.”
“She didn’t tell me. I think I inferred—”
“Why do you like us living with you?”
Pondering the question, I hummed as I tucked the pleats tighter on her head, making sure the line followed her parting. “Because you bring the apartment to life.”
She giggled, and because it was a full-body giggle, she wriggled on her knees. “You’re weird, Conor.”
“I thought Star told you only the best people were weird.”
“Nah, she said crazy.”
“Who’s taking my name in vain?”
With my hands full of thick, blonde hair, I groused, “Now you decide to come over.”
Star peered at us both. “She was right.”
