CHAPTER 37

The bus lurched to a sudden halt, sending empty beer cans scuttling over Myrna’s sandals. Something thick and gooey spilled from one of the cans and trickled between her toes. She retched and jumped from the bench, slipping with her first step and sticking to the floor on her second. She’d had enough! She stomped over to where the guys sat perched on a pile of dirty clothes playing a video game in the living area. There was a sofa under that mountain of filth somewhere.

Myrna planted her fists on her hips and glanced from one band member to the next. “All right, guys. Some things need to change around here.”

Four pairs of eyes turned toward Brian. Control your chick, they seemed to say.

She pointed to her foot. “Would someone like to tell me what just dripped out of a beer can onto my foot?”

“A loogie?” Trey guessed.

“As in phlegm?” Myra sputtered. “Oh. My. God.”

Brian tossed her a dirty shirt, which smelled like ass, and she used it to wipe the slimy mess off her foot. It wouldn’t su