Divine by Blood. P.C. Cast

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      “Mama Parker kicks ass in the kitchen,” Gena said around a big mouthful of steak hoagie.

      “Yeah, but if she heard you say ass she’d tell you to watch your language, hon.” Morrigan did a more than passable imitation of Mama Parker that made the girls laugh.

      “No way would I say ass around your grandma. I don’t want to piss her off. She might stop cooking for us,” Gena said.

      “No shit,” Jaime agreed.

      “Mama Parker is too sweet to piss off. Plus, that wouldn’t be smart,” Lori said. “We might have to start eating my mom’s cooking. Then we’d be saying goodbye to yummy homemade hoagies and chocolate-chip cookies and hello to mac and cheese.”

      “My mom’s idea of cooking is to call for pizza delivery. If she’s feeling extra-fancy she’ll order cheese sticks and ranch dressing, too,” Gena said.

      “Ditto for my mom,” Jaime said.

      “You know, y’all could actually try learning to cook for yourselves. I mean, you’re eighteen and leaving for college in a few days. What are you going to eat?” Morrigan said.

      “Dorm food, of course,” Jaime said.

      “I’ll eat anything someone else cooks. Like Mrs. Taco Bell. I love her cooking,” Lori said.

      “Eat?” Gena tapped her chin with one perfectly manicured French-tipped nail and looked purposefully perplexed. “For the next four years I plan on eating beer and football players.”

      The three of them convulsed into giggles. Morrigan gave her friends a collective eye roll. Yes, she liked them. They’d been friends since middle school, but even when they were just kids she’d always thought of herself as older and more mature. That she felt (and acted) older used to seem kinda cute to her, and they definitely needed someone to look after them. More and more it just irritated her. Would they never grow up?

      “Okay, whatever. I still say I’m glad I don’t have to depend on Mrs. Taco Bell or Mrs. Pizza Hut to eat when I’m away from home.”

      Proving Morrigan’s point about immaturity, Gena stuck out her tongue at her. “Hey, someone remind me why we’re here instead of browsing through the end-of-season sale at Gap?” Gena said.

      “We’re here because Morgie likes to do weird stuff, and this is the last time we’re going to be together doing weird stuff with her probably till Christmas break,” Lori said.

      “I don’t think the stuff I like to do is weird.”

      “Exhibit A—you thought it would be fun to hike the six-mile forest trail by Keystone Dam.” Lori held up one finger like a baseball umpire. “If I recall correctly, which I’m sure I do, it was not fun. It was hot and sweaty and I found a tick crawling up my thigh trying to find its way to my vagina.”

      “Ticks do not go looking for your vagina,” Morrigan said, trying hard not to laugh.

      “No, don’t even try to change my mind about that. I saw the House episode. The tick was hiding in the girl’s vagina.” Lori shivered convulsively. “It was majorly disgusting.”

      “That really is gross,” Gena said.

      “And complete fiction.” Morrigan tried, unsuccessfully, to add some common sense to the conversation.

      “Exhibit B.” Up went Lori’s second finger. “Camping.”

      “Oh, come on! That was way back in ninth grade.”

      “Time has made it no less horrifying,” Lori said primly.

      “And it wasn’t that bad. I remember having a good time.”

      “Yeah, that’s because you like playing Boy Scout, and the great outdoors, and…and…you like nature.” Lori СКАЧАТЬ