Chapter 9
MARILYN
The rumors are out by the time we head to the Plaza a few hours late.
The boulevards are buzzing with the news, not to mention my new phone, and Kayla calls me in an uproar. I’m positive I can just see her now... High heels clicking, dark auburn curls twirled around one finger as she circles the length of her hotel room, chewing on a stack of peanut butter crackers.
Seriously. She messages me. What did I tell you?
I’m going to die by the age of twenty-five with the stress you put me under. And at this rate, Whiskers will be the only male at the wake…
I message her back. I know. Just…try not to bury yourself until I get there. I’m on my way.
My cell phone pings.
You’d better be. She responds. I’m THIS close to breaking out the Jelly to add to the PB crackers I’ve b
