Too high to know why he said it but sober enough to not forget it, Whit LeFevbre called the elderly neighbor lady “Princess.”
Did she smile?
Yeah, for sure. Maybe even shivered with delight, but Whit had over a teener in him, headed for more.
Katherine Ballard had no idea why the cokehead neighbor called her Princess, but she loved it.
She figured it was a drug induced fluke the first time and would never happen again, but a few days later he said “Hi, Princess,” in a way that made her feel like he was testing it, gauging to see if that term was okay with her.
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