“Whee… no wonder he doesn’t like me,” Dexie giggled, her voice soft and slurred. “He’s a beast… I’m human… different species… we can’t be together. Whee…”

Her innocent smile twisted something in Marilyn’s chest.

But before Marilyn could speak, Dexie grabbed her hand, her grip surprisingly tight. Her flushed face turned serious.

“Marilyn,” she said, eyes glassy but focused. “I’ve made a decision. I’m done liking him. Nobody likes a ...