The Boyfriend App
Perfect’s case, the glasses and mole look are strategic because every time she hears a juicy morsel of information from the campers, something she can use in her psychoanalysis, they instantly light up and look like those of a cat that has seen a wounded canary.
“Before we start today’s session,” Ms. Perfect announces, “I believe you owe yourself ten snaps.”
“What?” Kate blurts out. “Why?”
“Your roommate, Yssy, reported that you dreamt of Ecto again last night.”
{That snitch,} Kate thinks to herself and sulks.
Grudgingly, wincingly, Kate picks her pink wristband and gives herself the prescribed punishment, turning the skin under it slightly pink.