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Gabrielle
“You’ve lost your freaking mind. Your mother’s gonna flip, you know that, right?”
“I’m fully aware, and thanks for reminding me. How does my hair look?”
“Flick the sides forward a bit. Here, let me do it.”
Phil adjusted my wig, and I did the same for hers, then I gave a twirl.
“Okay now?”
“As good as it’s gonna get.” She flung her arms around me dramatically. “I’m a dead woman walking.”
“We’re…all dead,” Papa said from his bed.
Since negotiations with Mor had reached an impasse, I’d once again been forced to resort to drastic measures. And also eBay. The wigs had arrived yesterday, one auburn, one blonde, and although they weren’t perfect when you got up close, they’d pass muster from a distance. I was forced to send thanks to Emmett because if it hadn’t been for the
