Almost one week later Presley was feeling better about the whole incident. Back in New York and feeling strong, the city was exactly what she needed. The weather was perfect, not too cool, not too hot, but sunny. The energy of the city always filled her with passion. The people were the perfect blend of competence, intelligence, and brusqueness. New York suited her and it was Presley’s opinion that New York was the only place to be in the spring. Besides maybe Paris, of course.
With the Sugar Pop incident a fading memory, she was looking forward to her date with Hobie.
“You’re still going?” Ronnie asked her over dinner a few nights after they both returned to the city.
Presley blinked, mildly confused at the question. “Of course I’m going. Why wouldn’t I go?”
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