I was annoyed, but I was starting to get used to the sensation. I had a feeling that once you started hanging out with Paige… no, that wasn’t the correct way to describe it… once she started forcing her company upon you, that annoyance was a frequent sensation. I guess I should get used to it, like she’d said, acceptance might make this easier. I inwardly rebelled at the word.
Acceptance.
Shrinks had taught me to fear it. Not that that was what they’d tried to do… but it had been the end result. I began wondering if this was stage one, if Paige was some kind of ultimate shrink who first taught you how to accept and then carried it on further.
I shuddered. No, she couldn’t be that devious. It didn’t fit her character. She was too annoying to be devious.
Or maybe…?
I stared out the window, trying to empty my head. Mom turned up the street and stopped in front of a bright yellow house. Figures. Paige was waiting expectantly at the door and threw it open to greet us.
“Anybody want a cookie?”