Now I know I said I wasn't in the mood to tell you all that happened after I took Phoebe out to the zoo and I know you're all just dying to know how I ended up here so I'll put you out of your misery and tell you, just for the hell of it. I can be a goddam hypocrite sometimes.
All right, so Phoebe and I walked home from the zoo. We had a helluva time but things quickly settled down. I was shaking like a madman, but it wasn't only because of the cold. I was nervous as hell, going home to my parents and all. Phoebe could tell, she knew I was. She kept her mouth shut and occasionally looked up at me with her comforting eyes, gently squeezing my hand. That just about killed me. The simple things that Phoebe always does. I know it doesn't seem like much but it sure makes you feel a heck of a lot better.
Boy was I glad to have a kid sister like her.
We reached the apartment building. Phoebe and I stood out in the cold for a while. We didn't really know what else to do. I didn't feel like going through the trouble of asking the stupid elevator boy to take me to the fourteenth floor. I damn near went mad the last time I asked for his help so I drew Phoebe near and told her the plan. "All right Phoebs, here's what we're gonna do. Ya see that damn elevator boy over there?"
"Yes. What about him?"
"He's a goddam pain in the ass, that's what. We're gonna have to move quickly. I don't wanna hafta get in a big mess with him. I sorta told him I had a broken...