CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Willow Weep
"Call me Fitz." The Tinseltown legend expanded her epic-making dugs under the silver-on-black Love and Rockets T-shirt. Hopey and Maggie eyed one another from opposite nippled mounds over the flowing script LAS LOCAS.
"That Honey crap had something to do with the Kennedy mystique. My first agent stuck me with it." She rose to her thonged Gucci sandals. Her sculpted nails scratched one decorously denimed thigh, then she plucked her gum and parked the wad in a Limoges candy dish on a glass-topped parsons table.
"Gotta get the formalities outta the way." She loosened a sculpted gold belt buckle depicting the horseback pursuit of Mickey and Minnie by Pegleg Pete. With a zip and a fast shimmy, she had her name-brand jeans at her knees.
"Guido still trimming you
