I put one hand on my hip. “I have a pretty good excuse.”
I’d have to just show him. That would be easier than trying to explain. I calmly walked to my closet and opened the door. Vera peered out from between the hangers.
Charlie’s red face turned ghastly white. “Is that an alien in your closet?”
“Yes, it is,” I said. “But don’t worry, she’s friendly.”
“Okay, you’re excused.”
Welp, this was… um interesting? An app, social death, will you vote or will you rebel?
The woman across looked up. Her eyes widen. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I’m just really happy to hear you’re Last Friends. I’m happy you found someone on your End Day.” She gestures to Gabriella. “And that you’re helping make days full. It’s beautiful.”
