She had already given me hell over putting it up in the first place, especially after I confirmed her suspicion that this was the only room getting the window blocked. But it was either that or I was going to have to sleep in the same room as Paisley because I had no doubt Clo would run away with her best friend. The board would stay up until I felt confident I could trust them to ride out the thirty days."Really," she kept poking. "It could not be uglier if you literally rubbed feces all over it."I shrugged, hammer bouncing lightly against my thigh. "So tell Clark what color you want him to pick up at the hardware store.""Prison gray," Clover sniped.I shrugged again, my gaze locking on Paisley. Through all the hammering, she had stayed on the bed, silent as she slowly unpacked her bag. "Like I said, tell Clark."Paisley stood, her gaze darting to pick out a path from her spot by the bed to the door without brushing against me before she returned to staring at the floor. "I need to use the restroom," she announced to no one in particular.
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