God, it sounded like Pam and Fletcher had been together since before they were probably even smart enough to make good decisions. All the boys Kiley had dated in high school had been assholes or dumbasses. Fun and exciting at the time, but definitely assholes. That was okay, because Kiley had been an asshole too. Still, she did feel a little bad now, that Pam had been taken away from her husband, assuming he was real. Because she had only been there for a little while, not knowing where Chase was, or if he was okay, and it really kind of sucked. Was she actually sympathizing with Pam now? Really, what the hell was even happening.
She chuckled deep in her throat at the thought of Pam shipping she and Chase, and she figured maybe Pam wouldn't kill her off again in another edition of her friend fiction. Unless they ended up strangling each other down here, which was a very real possibility. Kiley drew her knees up to her chest and tried not to laugh at the thought of Pam taking someone's dog out of their yard. "What did you do with the dog?" she asked, wondering what Pam's definition of 'deserved better' actually was. "A lot of people in the house smoke weed, by the way. I haven't done a lot of terrible stuff. I've taken stuff before, like you taking the dog. Public sex. Graffiti, but only when I was in high school. I think I've chilled out a bit being here. There's not a lot to do."