Chapter 11
“She asked to stay here,” I say to Ira, my voice chock-full of indignation I don’t feel. But when I’m with Ira, I automatically go into complaining mode. It’s a remnant of my time as a proper diva. “To observe me for twenty-four hours.”
“I’m just surprised you agreed to that,” Ira says matter-of-factly. “That doesn’t sound like you at all.”
This gives me pause. Mainly because he’s right. It’s very unlike me to just let someone in like that.
“Either way, she’s been here for almost a full day, Ira.”
“Do you want me to ask her to leave?” He studies my face.
Leave? Oh, no. “That’s all right. I just thought you should be aware.”
“She tells me almost after the fact.” He rubs the stubble on his chin. “I don’t want to get all up in your private business.” Another one of Ira’s fav
