|Because I couldn't find a good image to match the|
excerpt, this is more of what I imagine the Sary
to look like :)
“Bea, I really can’t talk about this.”
“Yeah, I get that. Otherwise I would have asked you ages ago. But now that I’ve actually seen what you are, I thought—”
“Wait, what? You would have asked me ages ago?” I cut her off and held up both hands to get her to stop rambling.
“Gabby, you are seriously the most obvious supernatural, angel, whatever, thing. I knew there was something different about you from the first time I came over here.”
My jaw dropped open. “What do you mean?”
Bea grinned. “Come on, you do all kinds of random stuff. I swear you’re the only person I’ve ever met who has read every classic novel ever written. And you never take real notes in class. You speak at least three languages that I’ve caught you translating. You’re always watching out for Chad, even though I know you didn’t really like him. There were so many random little things. Seriously. So, a month ago, I did a little test.”
My jaw hung around my knees. I motioned for her to continue, which she did with a self-satisfied grin.
“When was the last time you used the one and only bathroom in this apartment?”
My jaw snapped shut. “What do you mean?”
Bea laughed. “It’s your biggest tell. You never eat. And therefore you never go to the bathroom. I’m sure no one else would ever notice, but we’re around each other a lot. And I’ve never seen you even drink water.”
She got to her feet and made her way down my hallway to the bathroom. There, she pulled up the toilet lid to reveal a complex, woven pattern of toilet paper that covered the pot. With the lid down, I would have never seen it.
“You don’t use your home toilet. And neither do your ‘parents.’ That’s when I knew for sure something was different about you.”