9
I trudged the far-too-many blocks to Jamie’s apartment building and knocked on the door. A few moments later it opened and Jamie stood in the doorway. She glanced down at my getup and a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. I couldn’t blame her. I’d put my shoes back on, and they were wet and muddy from my long walk. My dress was askew and had a splattering of the tomato soup I’d spilled over Alex’s head.
“Nice dress,” Jamie teased.
“Thanks, if things get any worse make sure I’m buried in it,” I replied as I spread myself out on her couch.
“Bad news from the doctor, or did you just kill somebody and the police are after you?” she wondered.
“Just bad news from the doctor. He says I have a stupid heart that falls in love with the worst people,” I quipped.
“Sounds serious,” s
