CHAPTER 39
"Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how did you like the play?"
I groaned. "That's not funny, Kip. My life is a shambles."
I buried my face in his shoulder as he sat next to me on the bed. It was two in the morning and I was exhausted. Mr. Paws was snuggled up with my turquoise evening gown, crumpled on the floor where I'd tossed it. Kip had waited up for me and then listened patiently while I told him everything.
"Let's make a plan, you'll feel better," he said. "What's the worst that can happen? Start there."
With a sigh I said "Sure, let's torture me some more." I held up my thumb. "Number one, Grace never talks to me again." Two fingers in the air. "Herb fires me." Three fingers. "Matteo sues me for defamation." Four fingers. "I become the laughingstock of the legal communi
