Chapter 33: Francine, Dismayed
9:00 A.M.
Francine sent a text to me that read: Dismayed. Help me. I jumped away from my breakfast, which consisted of a slice of apple and cup of coffee, and rushed over to her apartment for fear that she was going to commit suicide.
I arrived at 38279 Category Street shortly after nine-thirty, used my key to Apartment J-02, and let myself in. Francine was on the couch with a bottle of bourbon. Her red hair was a spiral of knots and her lipstick was smeared. She looked similar to a meth user or street w***e, but I knew better.
“Darling,” I said, and rushed to her side. I plopped on the sofa next to her and brought her into my arms. I kissed her forehead and added, “I’m so sorry about Jamie Bodice.”
She cried, “I was falling in love with him.”
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