Chapter 4
Los Angeles, 1978
Sarahi sat at a table in the semi-dark nightclub. A disco ball hanging from the ceiling threw dizzying lights over the couples on the dance floor. She sipped a martini while her companions made out beside her. Linda – a black woman with an enormous afro, dressed in a white jumpsuit that clung to her every curve – had arrived already under the influence. Guillermo, a skinny Hispanic man with a pencil-thin mustache, who wore a powder blue leisure suit, had snorted a line the moment he sat down at the table. Now they were both so high it didn't matter to them in the slightest whom they were groping.
These two are a bit disgusting. Wish I could leave. Come on, stomach… come on. Somehow the display of d**g-addled l**t lacked potency.
She tugged on the neckline o
