Chapter Thirty-Two
Ida
“Do you know that Isabel Adler song, ‘Somewhere I’ve never been’?” I ask Faye.
Her naked body is pushed against mine, her arm slung over me as though she has zero intention of ever letting go again. Or maybe she just wants it to be fully occupied at all times so she can’t use it to check her phone. I’m surprised Leslie hasn’t turned up yet, knocking down my door—or maybe she’s doing exactly that to Faye’s door right now, but Faye’s a long way from home.
“Hm,” Faye hums. “Of course, I do.”
“The first time she sings the chorus, it’s very restrained, with hardly any power behind the notes. The second time, she gives it a bit more and you can feel that it’s coming, but we’re not there yet, until she goes to town on that chorus like there’s no tomorrow the third time
