CHAPTER 13
“I just don’t understand what her problem was,” Faye said, her voice pumping directly into Ronnie’s inner ear at full whine through her earbuds.
“Maybe she was tired,” Ronnie offered. She stood in front of the mirrored wall in the workout room of her New York penthouse doing bicep curls with fashionably cute purple hand weights.
Faye had called early, very early, to complain about Grace ruining her dinner party or something like that. Ronnie still wasn’t clear on the details. She hadn’t been completely awake when she answered the phone. When Faye, who only vaguely understood the time difference between New York and Australia, had continued to drone on and on about Grace’s strange behavior, Ronnie had decided to get in a workout.
“She wasn’t tired. I made her take a nap when
