Harold Kumar 3 • Genuine & Tested
“Fine.” His thumb remained normal. Not a lie. School had been exactly the level of fine you’d expect when you’d accidentally unspooled reality and were pretty sure your physics teacher was secretly three raccoons in a trench coat.
“I knew it,” Harold muttered. “The flamingo is a sign.” harold kumar 3
His mother stood abruptly. “You’ve been gone four years. You don’t get to walk in here and talk about dishes.” “Fine
“No. You left. You left us, and now you show up talking about flamingos?” Her voice cracked. “I knew it,” Harold muttered
His father looked at the glowing thumb. “Ah. That’s new.”
Harold’s thumb blazed purple. He hadn’t said anything. Which meant the lie was happening in someone else’s throat.
His mother sat down heavily. “Oh, God. There’s more than one?”
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