Deadly Drafts - CH 21

ROSS NATZE, OR, A HORNY NINE-YEAR-OLD

A round mound of mombod filled the doorway. She smiled the harried, twitching smile of the overworked mother. A plate of cheese-drenched nachos tottered on one of her T-Rex arms, a tall glass of soda fizzing in the other. Birds chirped their morning song, bright and sweet and driving needles straight into Kavi's exhausted brain.

"H-hello?" The woman chirped to match the jays. "Care for a nacho?" She thrust the plate at Kavi. A dauble of neon-orange cheese wobbled and fell.

"Uh…," Kavi peered past the woman's dyed-blonde puff. A massive television dominated the entire wall behind her, its screen flickering with blood and explosions. For a box home in Bakersville's Polish Village, the place seemed furnished well enough.

"Mooooooooom! Where are those nachos?" A thin voice screamed from inside the house.

The woman forced a smile and ushered Kavi in. The plate of nachos tottered dangerously on her arm with every step, chips, cheese and jalapeños sloshing from edge to edge. "Right this way."