Chapter 7
Seven
Madison
Me: SOS.
Emmy: Why are you awake?
Celeste: Have you seized up?
Me: Worse. The hot doctor is my noisy upstairs neighbor.
Celeste: Mr. Rogers?
Me: Goddammit, Celeste, you need to start listening to me. Mr. Rogers died.
Celeste: RIP.
Emmy: He’s in my prayers.
Me: Yeah, mine too.
Emmy: Are you taking more medication?
Celeste: Because you took enough before I left to knock out a small horse.
Me: No. Why are you two awake?
Emmy: Levi has a temperature.
Me: Oh no. Hug him from me. Tell him Aunt Madi loves him and will buy him something tomorrow.
Celeste: Julian gave me a temperature.
Me: Celeste, I am incredibly jealous of your sex life with your husband. You’re both gross.
Emmy: Back to the hot doc situation because I refuse to believe this.
Me: I marched upstairs in a robe and the ugliest slippers you’ve ever seen.
Celeste: Hey, they have arch support. I was thinking of you.
Emmy: You climbed stairs?
Me: Don’t.
Celeste: Did he recognize you?
Me: I think so.
Emmy: Did he flirt?
Me: What? Why the hell would he flirt? Honestly, you should see me right now. I would judge him for flirting.
Emmy: Oh, Mads. You need to sleep.
Me: I would LOVE to sleep. Unfortunately, I live under a cardio demon. So now I’m imagining how to murder someone while having a bad back.
Celeste: Text us when you murder him so we can help with alibis.
Emmy: Do not murder your doctor.
Me: I didn’t say I was going to do it. I said imagine.
Celeste: Get some rest, princess.
Me: Never call me that again.
Emmy: We love you.
Me: I know. Which is why I’m telling you this instead of crying alone.
Celeste: We’re always here. Unless Julian gives me another temperature.
Me: Blocked.