PAULINA ROSTAKOVA’S ADVENTURES
JULY 20
1:44 p.m.
Dorcet Hotel, New York City, parking garage
“I think we all agree that I’m the head suffragette.” Louise tossed her head and gave Melody and me a look that dared us to dispute that statement. “And Melody is the studious one who knows all the stuff, like navigation and all that.”
“I’m so delighted being the stuff-knowing one,” Melody said dryly, her face deadpan.
I bit back a giggle, knowing from my time with her that anything remotely humorous completely missed Louise. She had to be the single most self-centered person I’d ever met, and I grew up in California!
“Which makes me the rogue suffragette,” I said, trying to spin a wrench around my fingers, but ending up flinging it at Louise’s foot. She shrieked and leaped back, giving me a
