Rhonda wondered what she’d done to deserve such a fraught week.
She also wondered what she had done to deserve TVwhore as a friend. When she logged on that night, she found a series of messages on her blog, all from TVwhore, saying, “Please, I need to talk. Don’t ignore me. Please.”
Rhonda replied saying, “What’s wrong?”
TVwhore must have been online, watching, because there was an instant answer. “I need to talk. Live. Real. I mean, telephone. I tried to ring you, but they said your number was not listed.”
Maybe today was the day Rhonda’s secrets were all revealed? Maybe. But Rhonda was damned if she was going down without a fight. And she would be damned if she went down without a bit of grace. Her personal Titanic would sink with Rhonda’s personal style.
“You wouldn’t have got me,”
