Bab 926: Spilling The Beans, Part 2

This was so stupid.

Republish every dictionary in existence, rewrite centuries of linguistic history, because the word 'stupid' had a new definition, and this was it. 

"Fridays, Saturdays, you're mine," Irene started explaining the intricacies, holding up two fingers one after the other. "Had to fight tooth and nail to get that, unsure if it was exactly worth it, but there we are. Amanda snagged Sundays, Mondays, and Wednesdays. Noticed she has three? Said it was only fair since I had dominion over the weekends, so…" 

"No, no, you can stop, none of that happened, none of you have days, no more. Stop," there I was interrupting, absolutely aghast, revolted, eyes shut so tight, it physically hurt. I genuinely wanted nothing to do with this. And yet, for some reason, my gaze fluttered open just a peek. "So, Adalia took… Tuesdays? Or, uh…?"