Chapter 8
The next morning, an awful sound jolted Ruth awake. She lifted her head, straining her ears. It sounded like a yowling feline, or maybe the ship’s horn had lost its power and was limited to a whiny hum. Ruth raised herself onto her elbows. It was coming from the bathroom.
“What on earth?”
The door swung open, and Loretta swayed out, fluffing her hair and singing the lead part for “A Little Bird Told Me,” plus all the backup vocals.
“Ugh.” Ruth fell back onto her pillow and threw the covers over her head. She was beginning to realize why Loretta hadn’t made it as a movie star-s***h-singer. It sounded like she was killing the little bird. “Would you cut it out, Loretta!”
Loretta stopped abruptly. “Don’t you like Evelyn Knight?”
Ruth flipped the covers off her head in one fell
