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MORE EPILOGUE - HALLIE
“Orange juice?” I asked Emmy.
“Is it laced with Tylenol?”
“No?”
“Then why the f**k would I want it?” The sun popped out from behind a cloud, and a beam of light sliced through the kitchen window at Little Riverley and hit her full in the face. “But I’ll love you forever if you pour me a coffee.”
She’d staggered in ten minutes ago, complaining that Bradley was trying to kill her. How, you ask? By singing show tunes at the top of his voice while he directed the clean-up of last night’s c*****e. I still wasn’t entirely sure how it happened, but somehow Ryder had ended up in the fondue fountain.
“Espresso?”
“Make it a triple.”
The sun blinked out for a moment as Marine One flew past.
“Did Diana stop puking?” Sky asked.
“Eventually. Black sat with her until
