PAULINA ROSTAKOVA’S ADVENTURES
JULY 21
10:11 p.m.
Room 438 of local motel
Well, I’m freakin’ exhausted. Who knew that driving from New York City to Buffalo would be so tiring, but holy hellballs was it!
Getting ahead of myself. Let me do this in proper order.
“Don’t you look sharp!” Angela said at six forty-five a.m., when we were gathering in Times Square to set off on our great adventure. There were a few local news crews in attendance, most of whom were talking to Roger. Kell, in his attempt to increase his importance, stood next to Roger and could be seen posturing and mouthing inanities. I wished I’d remembered to ask Dixon what he’d thought of his carmate and made a note to do so at a later time.
“How pretty those dresses are,” Angela added.
“Do you like it?” I did a twirl. “
