I wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what he smelled like. Not cigarettes. Something richer, fouler. Cigars.
Becca FitzpatrickWhat is it with girls?โ Elliot said, splitting a smile between us. โI swear, Iโve never known a girl who could go to the bathroom alone.โ He leaned forward and grinned conspiratorially. โLet me in on the secret. Seriously. Iโll pay you five bucks each.โ He reached for his back pocket. โTen, if I can come along and see what the big deal is.
Becca FitzpatrickThere was no sign of Jules. โBad news,โ said Elliot. โThe man is sick. Youโre going to have to settle for me.โ โSick?โ Vee demanded. โHow sick? What kind of excuse is sick?โ โSick as in itโs coming out both ends.โ Vee scrunched her nose. โToo much information.
Becca FitzpatrickBout time," she huffed, but her voice sounded thick and emotional too."I was at the hospital all day yesterday, but they wouldn't let me see you. I bolted past security but they called code ninetynine and chased me down, they escorted me out in handcuffs. The way I see it, the only criminal here is your mom. No visitors? I'm your best friend, or did she not get the memo every year for the past eleven? Next time I'm over, I'm going to lay into that woman." ~Vee
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