Chapter Thirty-Two“Yes, I’m aware that it’s none of my business. Also that I’m in no position to offer advice about romance. All I’m saying, Franny—all I’m saying is—don’t break the poor man’s heart.”
“Oh, you’re funny. Nico’s not any more serious than I am. Gracious goodness, we’re just going to hang out tonight and have a good time together, not elope and have a pack of love children,” said Frances. “Do you have any good eyeliner? The stupid security person at the airport confiscated mine and this stuff I picked up isn’t doing the job. I think he was trying to flirt with me or something because eyeliner is hardly a weapon.”
“In your hands, it sort of is,” said Molly, snorting into her coffee.
The orange cat suddenly appeared from nowhere and jumped up on the kitchen counter.
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