Chapter 120: Iris

Iris rubbed at her eyes. They felt like #10 sandpaper was lining them. Memorizing medical codes was about as much fun as she'd thought it would be.

Which was to say, absolutely no fun at all.

Oreo was busy giving Milk a bath in her ear, loudly and persistently. "You two are so noisy," she groaned. Oreo paused for a moment, looking at her inquisitively, and then began the bathing again. Milk just ignored her completely.

She looked down at her jeans and pearl-snap button shirt. After wearing a skirt to the music festival last week, she'd realized that life was already hard enough. She didn't need to have "Management of skirt" on the list, too. Wranglers wouldn't blow up around her head, no matter how hard the wind was blowing.