"Come to LA," Jenny said. "I miss you. I know sometimes we don't get along so well, but you're my sister." There was another pause, Jenny waiting for an answer.
There was none. Penny was thinking about the business card sitting on the vanity next to her bounty.
"Come to LA," Jenny said again.
Don't do it, she thought. We're going to be at each other's f*****g throats.
She did it anyway.
"No," Penny said. "You come to New York."
She cleaned her little fourth floor apartment until the scent of ammonia and pine made her want to puke. She decided enough time had passed, so she counted the money on her dresser. Six hundred dollars. A nice guy and a good tipper.
There would be no Johnny that night thanks to Jim Stoddard's generosity, maybe never again if his offer of renewed star
