CHAPTER 8
Lary wakes up the following morning on the sofa. Pizza snoozes on her head, his tail swooshing back and forth under her nose. Her contacts are stuck to her eyes again. She is still wearing last night’s outfit from New Year’s Eve.
Blinking rapidly to get some moisture going, she looks at the mound of tabloids, a half-empty bottle of Irish Cream, and the ashtray overflowing onto the carpet.
She must remember to go feed Howard’s cat next door. Her neighbor is on vacation until next week. With that thought, she drifts back to sleep. Her resolutions will have to wait until the afternoon.
At four o’clock she wakes up again. Her contacts are re-stuck. The cat’s tail still swishes in her face.
Okay, that’s it. She pushes Pizza onto the pillows to hunch up on her elbows. I’m going to
