The next morning, Jameson woke up, a single, heavenly thought on his mind: Prandi. His eyelids flickered. He smiled and opened his eyes to a bright new future.

How quickly things can change.

Sassy sat beside his bed. Tangled in the afghan his grandma crocheted for him, a sinister smile painted her Machiavellian facade. Jameson pinched himself, but it wasn’t a nightmare.

“How’d you get in here!?” he demanded.

“You’re sure feisty in the morning, tiger,” Sassy growled. “Rah!”

“How’d you get in here, you psychotic bitch!?” Jameson yelped, wondering if he could get to the baseball bat in his closet before she attacked. That was what she was there for, right?

Sassy rolled her eyes. “How I let myself in is not the issue, Jameson. You and I have business to discuss.”

“What do you want?”

“Give Becca another shot or I’ll make your life a living hell.”

“In case you were too drunk or stupid to notice, I’m with Prandi now.”

“Oh, it won’t last,” Sassy said confidently. “I can assure you that.”