I approached the white van with the Larry Karry production sticker on it, not sure how to feel about the sudden and heartbreaking appearance of this slap in the face. Positive that all of my hopes and dreams died abruptly with the appearance of Missy Prince. Red beret, bleach blonde hair, perfect nails, perfect everything.
What had I done leaving her to manipulate Larry into giving her a show of her very own? "Reese! I was hoping I'd see you here." Missy's smile was anything but happy. Unless
happiness had a smirking and nasty edge to it with a full on dose of disdainful superiority. Oh wait, I was talking about Missy. This was her happy. "Larry says hi, by the way."
"What the hell are you doing here, Missy?" Maybe I should have tried to muster some kind of clever come back or slick res
