Chapter Twenty-Eight
“How are you feeling?” Taz stood by Connie’s hospital bed.
“I look like s**t, but I’m better. I go home tomorrow.”
Actually Taz saw a remarkable improvement. The swelling had subsided and the facial bruising had begun to fade.
“And thanks, I guess, for the cover-up,” Connie continued. “My editor called and wanted to know all about the traffic accident. I told him I wasn’t up for an interview quite yet.”
“I hope you reminded him to wear his seat-belt,” Taz quipped dryly. “Now yesterday, you told me that no one knows you are a lesbian. But that cannot possibly be true, can it? I need to know about relationships? Girlfriends? That sort of thing?”
“A couple of girlfriends back home, I guess. From Jersey, but no one out here knows. I just figured it would be bad for b
