For the reality check she went to Faith, who had no trouble keeping her in the real world. Faith would give it to her straight. Before heading across town, Maggie called home. When there wasn't an answer she remembered that her grandmother had gone to stay with a sick friend. Ten minutes later Maggie was knocking on Faith's door. It took a few minutes for Faith to answer. When she did, her hair looked like she'd styled it with a blender and her clothes looked like she'd pulled them out of the laundry basket. She didn't look at all happy. "Did I wake you up?" "Do you think?" "It isn't late." "I didn't get any sleep last night. I was making up for it tonight." She motioned Maggie inside. "What are you doing here?" "Gran is with a friend." "And you needed someone to cook for you?" Maggie followed Faith into the kitchen, the cats chased after them. "I can cook for myself. And since you can't cook, we'd have to order something. I needed a cup of coffee and I knew you'd have some." "I have tea." "Traitor." She sat at the table and Faith settled across from her.
