Chapter 58

Phoenix leaned back in her seat.

“Hello? Hello, Michael? Can you change the radio too?”

Gradual, reluctant acceptance filled his features.

“Thanks, Michael,” Mauve smiled, and sat back down.

She wished she could feel it, she wished could feel as carefree as she pretended. It was stupid. She knew Penelope had not been a real creature, she knew that, she knew that the epimeliad was basically just a computer and a fast-growing biological agent spawning out of the mechanism of the card, but still, in the short time she had known the creature, she had feltreal.

Sadly, she reached into the pocket of her dungarees and pulled out the card, its surface blank, pure white.

“Jesus, this is all really messed up,” she murmured.

Michael arrived, placing down a cardboard box of salad. He looked hesitantly at the unwrapped cheeseburger.

“You finished with that?”

“Treat yourself, Michael,” Mauve said, forcing a smile to her lips.

He sighed and retrieved the uneaten food for disposal.