Zadie awoke with the sensation of tiny, prickly legs crawling all over her skin. Her throat was dry and her mouth tasted sour. Had she really gotten that drunk? The room felt suddenly cold. She sat straight up in bed, eyes wide, searching the darkness. Someone was in her room. She could smell them, hear their soft inhalations.
“What do you want!” She yelled in her meanest growl.
The person stepped forward, into the flimsy light shining through the windows from the street lamps. She could see their form, partially. It was a woman, with a face that was somewhat familiar.
“Get out of my house!”
“Don’t you remember me, Zadie?”
She stepped closer, and Zadie gasped. It was Grace. Her face was still scarred. Zadie stepped out of bed on the other side, putting it between them. She reached into her nightstand for her revolver, finding the drawer empty.
“What do you want?”
“I want what you owe me.”
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