Chapter 3: Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop
Someone was blowing up Ilana’s phone. Tina jumped every time it beeped to signal a new text message. “Are you going to get that?”
Ilana growled through the forest of bobby pins she’d stuck in her mouth. She answered without moving her lips, her voice coming out weird and flat. “Do I look like I’m going to get that? Your hair’s not going to make itself presentable.”
“Nobody’s messed with my hair this much since elementary school. It’s fine the way it is.”
“Spoken like a person who’s never heard the words wedding photos.”
“Ilana, this isn’t that kind of wedding.”
“It’s the only wedding you’re planning to have, right? Now shut up. It’s hard to talk with these in my mouth.”
Whatever she was doing to Tina’s hair involved pulling and yanking and scraping
