Chapter 55

I grinned. “I only recently found out about you. In fact, up until a couple of days ago, I didn’t even know Lester. In fact, up until a few days earlier than that, me and my husband, Dara Licked, who’s also captured in the same disco, were living, pardon the word, in a salt factory in Utah, before an island of drag queens reached out to us to help them defeat the evil bitch in said disco holding said husbands captive.”

She didn’t reply. I guessed she was trying to process it all. Good luck with that, I figured. “Your husband, Dara?”

I nodded. “You do seem to sink your hooks into the oddest parts of what I’m saying.”

“It’s all odd, though.”

My nodding amped up a notch. “True, but, to be fair, the whole world is odd now.” I pointed to the forest around us. “Case in point: this used to be a park.”

Her nod suddenly echoed mine. “And I used to take coffee breaks here.” Again she looked around. “And the sound, the hum at the periphery?”