“Well then, you’re going to stay here and perform next weekend—because I need you. And the day after, I’m sending you off to a treatment center. You’ll handle the depression, you’ll handle the booze, and you’ll get yourself back on track.”
“What?”
“You’ve got a problem, Brandy. More than I can take care of by myself.”
“So you ship me off and that’s it?” She knew this was too good to be true.
“No, that’s not it. But you’ve had a long season of sadness and it’s gotten in your soul. I’ll be around to see you through, but you’re going to do it right.”
“You’ll be around?” she asked. “What does that mean?”
“It means when you’ve gone through the program and you’re feeling stronger, then the Cowboy Grill will be your first booking. I might just keep you hired here for a long time.
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