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me, Emma Jan, and George know. We—meaning George, Emma Jan, and you—are to guide Paul Torn through the transition as carefully as you can. You are also to give him the latest info on Sue Suicide, which George has incomprehensibly began calling Sussudio. Do not panic. About any of the above. That is all.
    â€”S
    BOFFO had lost funding? No more FBI work? No more doctors and killers and therapy and meds and work and having a good place to go every day and helping people and no more BOFFO? No more BOFFO? No more
    no

 
    chapter seventeen
    Goodgood! No more BOFFO

    So more fun for
    me and us and more fun for BOFFO so no more BOFFO

    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  okay

    That’s okay

    because
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  the wheels
    the wheels on the bus go round and round
    round and round
    round and BOFFO
    The wheels on the BOFFO go round and round
    Noooo mooooore BOFFO!

    It’s okay it’s all right don’t be
    sad

    no

    don’t be it’s okay it’s okay Cadence is
    hiding

    but I’m here and it’s

    Cadence, it’s okay, we can do good we can be good we can be BOFFO without BOFFO it’s

    it’s okay to come

    it’s

    hey that

    ow!

 
    chapter eighteen
    I opened my eyes in time to see Emma Jan hand George what appeared to be a twenty-dollar bill. I knew without looking around that I was in one of the recovery rooms, delightful spots with no sharp instruments or hard corners, but lots of blankets and a soft mattress to come to on.
    â€œI honestly thought she’d take it better.”
    â€œSucker!”
    â€œCome on,” I complained, sitting up. “That was kind of a shock. Are you two gonna tell me you didn’t freak and wanna flee?”
    â€œSure, but we didn’t actually flee,” George pointed out.
    â€œShut up.” Wow. Did I just … Never mind. “We’re fired? We must be fired. What the fuck are we gonna do?”
    George had a sarcastic comment ready, but forgot it and gawked at me instead. “That’s two ‘fucks’ in two hours, Cadence. Whatever the meds are, keep on ’em. I think.”
    â€œI’m not a child,” I grumped, smoothing my hair and wishing for a brush. And a mirror. And a job. “I can say poopy swears if I want. Which one of you nailed me?”
    â€œProbably I did,” Emma Jan said, raising a hand. “I might have been standing behind you with a trank.”
    â€œMight have.” She handed me my purse and I pulled out my mirror and looked, then groaned and clawed for my hairbrush. “Okay. God—ow! Stupid tangles. I was just thinking that Adrienne hadn’t gotten loose in ages and then Michaela fires everybody.”
    â€œYou need to go back and read Shiro’s note again,” George said bluntly. “We’ve lost funding but she’s got a plan. Also, she’s rich. I suspect the plan is, she’s gonna run BOFFO as a for-profit, private company. Meantime we’ve just gotta keep smiling and not let Paul have a meltdown before we catch Sussudio.”
    â€œThat … okay. That makes sense and everything.” Michaela was probably rich. Those suits! And she’d bought all the cool stuff for the kitchen out of her own pocket. “I can get on board with that.”
    I was on my feet by now, shaking out the blankets and folding them. The tranks were annoying yet great: fast-acting, put you out cold for maybe ten minutes, with no residual grogginess. Long enough for Adrienne to go to sleep and go the hell away.
    â€œIf we need to let him know the latest, let’s get it done. Because I don’t know the latest.” I stupidly handed my pocket mirror to Emma Jan so I could move the blankets and put my brush