Nefretiri
"What does a chicken, a scale, and being thirsty have in common?" I ask the second the door to Jessica's cell opens. She's sitting at the table, reading over printouts and eating food. By the smell, I want to say it's Monica's meatloaf, the same dinner we just finished having.
"Is that a joke?" Jessica frowns at me, setting her papers down and staring at me like I'm crazy.
"No," shaking my head, I sat across from her, carefully placing the scale on the metal. "This came off me today."
"This came off you?" Jessica scowls at the scale. A scrutinizing look on her face. "It reminds me of Tahitian pearls. It's black, but I can see six other colors when you shift the light."
