CHAPTER 22
Jessie
FRIDAY
D REW: Where is it???
M E: I don’t know to what you are referring.
D REW: The mug. My mug. What did you do with it?
M E: Andrew, we have so many mugs. How could I possibly know which mug you’re talking about?
D REW: You know . . . white . . . looks like a snowman . . . has a carrot nose? Was on a shelf above my bedroom door and now it’s gone?
M E: Ohhhhhhhhhh.
M E: You mean this one?
M E: *picture of me drinking out of the mug at the salon with a devious smirk*
D REW: Put it back . . . or else . . .
D REW: *picture of Drew holding a Sharpie with the cap off up to beanie-cat picture*
M E: You wouldn’t!!
D REW: You have until midnight to return my mug.
D REW: P.S. I called in takeout from the burger place you like with the nasty fries. Can you stop on the way home and grab it?
M E: Only if we can rent that new movie.
D REW: I already got it.