Chapter 220 Kip

• “Jesus.” He pauses, then gets out, comes around to my side, and lifts me out again. I stand by the flowerbeds, bent over with my hands on my knees, then vomit over the lobelia.
• He sighs, goes back to the car to get a water bottle, and hands it to me. I take a mouthful, rinse, and spit, then let him lead me back to the passenger seat.
• He drives me home, not saying anything, and takes my keys from me to open the door.