[ Ours, she thinks, bitter with irony. Chyler finishes wiping up the worst of the vomit and stands to throw the towels away and retrieve the cleaner. ]
I don't know what they were called. They....
[ She swallows and kneels again, telling herself it's the smell of puke making her light-headed. ] They came from nowhere.
no subject
No. Wrong neck. Ours didn't have tails either.
[ Ours, she thinks, bitter with irony. Chyler finishes wiping up the worst of the vomit and stands to throw the towels away and retrieve the cleaner. ]
I don't know what they were called. They....
[ She swallows and kneels again, telling herself it's the smell of puke making her light-headed. ] They came from nowhere.