Chapter Twenty-Two
When a wife, a mother, a sister, a beverage company partner, and a sought after online slut tries to kill herself, rumors stretch down long avenues of interest, and require an extraordinary containment effort to fix.
Robert was killing time near the Miranda house when the van with Robin, not Randy, at the wheel came barreling into the driveway. It stopped, brakes smoking, and Slut54, naked and hobbling and looking like a Porky-Pine, stumped through the opening garage door.
“Now what,” complained Robert? He opened his internet-phone, tapped Face-time and connected to the online movie apparatus installed by the Davis’. He transferred views between cameras, increased the sound, adjusted the contrast, and got a bird’s-eye view of Slut54 running, and then looking, and th
