Read Pluto Walks the Earth, Chapter 41: Pluto Rising
Mary Lou
I can’t tell you everything. Just can’t. It’s too damn much. I’m not the kind of girl who lacks the confidence of her convictions. I don’t spend my life on a teeter-totter. I know what I know and I believe what I believe, and I’m true to myself and the human souls I encounter.
The truth of it is, though, I’m scared. Hell, nervous as a cat in a room full of rockin’ chairs, is what I am. Sure, the blood might have tapered off and I’ve got the Bitter Magic, but should we be heading for a hospital instead? On the souls of the ancients I just do not know. Still, what I’m witnessing now does calm down my fretting a mite. Pluto has opened up the hotel room door, lean’t over and fetched the room-service tray. Under the silverplate dome is a room-temperature breakfast to feed an army. By the way, the temperature of the actual room is about 66. This whole town is an ice box inside a bread oven. I mean, “carbon footprint” anybody? Don’t y’all know the planet is on fire? Mercy.