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"Forget them, all of them," Chelsea said, her voice coming through my phone loud and clear.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed of my Savannah hotel room, I shook my head. I knew I was in Georgia, and she was in California so I knew she couldn't see me, but I needed to move. I needed to explain. "I-I will. God! I can't believe they did this. I really thought this was about my getting it early. How? How could they do this? I guess Alton doesn't surprise me, but my mother?"
"I mean what the hell? Did they really think you'd say, 'Sure, let me just throw my dreams away' and fall in with their plan?"
I took another drink of wine. It was a cheap bottle from a drug store. On the way from the airport, I asked the taxi driver to stop. Sure, they had room service at the Hilton, but sudde
