Chapter Nine
Faye
When I show up at Ida’s, she looks so glamorous, so subtly but efficiently made up, it’s as though Janet just had her skilled hands all over her. Ida’s wide-legged slacks are so crisp and her silk blouse so wrinkle-free, it makes me suspect she has a wardrobe department hidden somewhere in her house in the hills. The things I’ve seen people do with their money in this town, anything’s possible.
I feel a bit frumpy in my jeans and cotton shirt, but I didn’t know this was anything more than some impromptu rehearsing for tomorrow.
“Going anywhere fancy after?” I ask as she escorts me into her house.
“What? No.”
“You look like ten million bucks.”
“Ten exactly?” Her lips go wide into that famous smile. “That’s what I was going for.”
“I’m not paying you any of that mone
