"The universe is a bitch about timing." Katchoo picked up a bit of discarded register receipt tape and rolled it into the tightest possible ball with fingers that were too thick and ungainly for her liking. "Monday, at least, I didn't leave the room. Would've been convenient then."

Yes. For her, maybe.

"And yeah," she added, surprising herself by volunteering, "I'll show tomorrow. Y'know, before you pester me about it."