“Well, it’s been a pleasure,” I said to no one in particular, marched upstairs, grabbed Wynezra by the arm, and pulled her into my bedroom.

I closed the door and threw my back against it, as if that might magically make it soundproof.

“What the fuck?” I said, as if that adequately encapsulated all the questions I was trying to ask.

“Dude, I just wasn’t feeling like school today—” said Wynezra.

“No, no, no, no, no,” I said. “Not you. What the fuck are they doing?”

“What? Your sister and Player McGee?”

“Yes!”

Wynezra’s eyes wandered and her lips puckered into a small, secretive hole. “I’m not sure you want to know.”

I grabbed Wynezra by the biceps, wide-eyed and vaguely psychopathic. “Tell me.”

“Okay, well…” said Wynezra. “It starts with a B.”

“Uh-huh,” I said, nodding, and racking my brain over every sinister thing I could think of that started with the letter B.

“And ends with ‘lowjob.’”

I stopped nodding. The axis of my neck seized up.

“Look, I just didn’t want to say the word,” said Wynezra, hands raised in a cease-fire. “But yeah, your sister gave Dick Tracy the ol’ mouth-to-south. I saw them when I snuck downstairs to forage for food.”

My jaw had lost the ability to close. It was hanging by the sinews.

“Sorry,” said Wynezra, as an afterthought.

“WHY WOULD SHE DO THAT?” I said in a soft, calm, falsetto scream.

“Dude, I don’t know,” said Wynezra. She flopped on my bed, clearly losing interest in the conversation. “Sometimes girls do things. For reasons.”

“What reason could there possibly be?”

“Okay, you are clearly new at the girl thing. I’ll spell it out for you in easy-to-understand words: She obviously likes him. I mean, aside from the fact that he’s a total tool bag, he’s got a sexy California surfer thing going on.”

“No.” I shook my head. “Something’s wrong.”

“She’s your little sister. I get it. No one likes to see their little sister with anyone.”

“No!” I insisted. “I mean… just two days ago, Jayden Hoxsie was here.”

“Jayden? As in Thad’s best friend.”

“Yeah, same one who’s in Twelfth Night with us. Except when he was here, Willow was really mad at him for something. Screaming ‘fuck you’ and stuff. And I’ve seen other random cars here, too—all guys from school. I’ve seen her mad at at least half of them, but she won’t tell me anything. I’m telling you, something’s wrong.”

“Huh,” said Wynezra. “That is weird.”

I ran my tongue along my teeth inside my lips, deliberating. It was the first time I had done it as Wynonna. The sensation of feeling someone else’s teeth inside your mouth was possibly the weirdest thing of all. Even weirder than the no-dick situation, which was Alejandro Jodorowsky–weird.

“Can you talk to her?” I said.