It was both better than I could have imagined and worse. I don’t honestly know what more to say about it. I will say that one of the grandchildren of the Klan member is fucking a damn good looking Mexican dude.
Oh, and my mom advised me to check my bed for metal spikes. Apparently this is a problem she has? Ha.
Anyway, all the rest of my stories are sad and I don’t care to tell them.
And now we’re home. I don’t see any sign of the tiny cat. It’s been a week.