*Retta*

Barbara hits a giant rut in the road, and all five of us, the four babies and I, get jolted out of our seat. I hit my head on the ceiling of the shitty SUV she’s “borrowed” from King Gene.

It turns out the old king has paid her handsomely to steal and kill these babies. They are all screaming their little heads off, probably hungry, and while I did think to bring some of the pumped milk Rose had ready for them along for the ride, I can’t possibly feed all four of ...