Minna popped her chewing gum and drummed a bottle of nail polish on the kitchen table. Triple-digit heat. Goddamn headache. A few birds chirped outside, flocking to the makeshift birdbath Andy had set up a couple days ago. The table fan whirred with life, keeping the hot air in the cabin in motion. Tap, tap. Tap. Tap, tap, tap. Minna started tapping her foot. Pop, smatter, pop. Fucking bubble gum. Frustrated and bored out of his mind, Remy pushed the magazine aside and sat up in the bed. He eyed his restraint and huffed. It was a sturdy leather cuff these days, but a key was still needed to unlock the damn thing. Minna had bought it when she'd seen the effects the other one had on Remy's ankle. No more polka dots. He looked at Minna. "You know, when Andy's here, he lets me walk around without the cuff." Andy had even taken him to a doctor a couple weeks ago, but he'd been in too much pain to even think about escape.
