Edwina wailed to the girls as Steph and Nikki packed their bags. “No,” Andrea comforted. “It is! I might as well have dislocated my jaw, grew a few extra rows of teeth, and chomped her myself!” “Come on!” Andrea demurred, forcing Edwina’s head to her shoulder for a cry. “That’s not true and also kinda stupid.” They were fully clothed. That’s how depressed they were. Gone were the t-shirts and bikini bottoms. Sexy had been drowned in tears and eaten by the sharks of grief. Alas! “It’s true!” Edwina shouted. “I’m just a huge sharkbitch.” With that, Edwina did begin sobbing. She always cried when she was called a sharkbitch, but never more than when it felt so true. “Yeah, Eddie,” Steph agreed, “don’t say that. Not only does it make no sense, it’s not true. The Cherry Bombs caused the trouble. And they got what was coming to them.” “Nobody deserves that…” Edwina replied. “You’re right… I’m sorry.” “What about Hitler?” Nikki asked, looking up from her panty-folding with sudden intensity.
