CHAPTER 01 / THE INCIDENT
EVERY PEPE
HAS A MOTHER.
Nobody knows where she came from. One minute the web was a lawless swamp. The next, a floral house dress appeared in the doorway and asked why the good towels were on the floor.
They call her PEPE VAY-YA—part name, part warning shouted from three rooms away.
“I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE VIRAL.
THE TRASH GOES OUT ON TUESDAY.”
THE TRASH GOES OUT ON TUESDAY.”



