"You're the one who kissed me!"
"And you better get used to it,” she replies, checking her lipstick. “You heard the response. They're already calling us the couple of the year, Venus meets Adonis—duh!—and we've got to play it to the hilt. You want to keep hiding out on my tour? You gotta put out for the public. And no tongue, got it?"
So that's how it is. Here, she's the tank boss. Here, I've got to be somebody's sister. Sonovabitch! It's all I can do to keep myself in check while she prattles on about the publicity ops this twist opens up. Her entrances will have twice the impact now. Already she's trying to figure out how many big film debuts we can make it to—what's Salma's number again?—and how many big restaurants are in the area, what will be the most successful kiss/embrace/ hand-
