Chapter 117
I got to Leo's the next morning a half hour before the hoped-for 11AM phone call. My friend took one look at me and poured a giant cup of milky sweet coffee, pressing it into my hand.
I pulled her into a hug. "I'm so happy to see you." I'd been a giant idiot letting our friendship slide.
"Pffft. You're just a slut for the many services I provide." She pushed her straight red hair off of her shoulder, busy hopping around the living room gathering up all her funky silver jewelry to put on.
Sinking onto the sofa beneath the colorful print of Warhol's flowers, I waggled my eyebrows at her. "Are we broadening our friendship boundaries?"
Leo ran a hand along herself in fine show model form. "You couldn't handle this much woman."
"A little goes a long way," I teased, alluding to her height.
"So I've been told on many an occasion." She winked lewdly at me.
11AM came and went.
As did 11:10, 11:20, and 11:30.
I placed my cup in the sink. "She's not phoning."