In the end, Ryan was the last to write.
Dear Lia, I made you a new paper doll of Ronnie Spector, just for fun … Didn’t the one you had before end up falling apart or something? I found the photo in Rolling Stone. I thought you did your eye makeup kind of like this the last time we went to see X play. Whenever I see a picture of her, I think of you. Anyway, I met this new guy, his name is Kyle. Can’t write any more now, gotta get ready for my date!
Later, Ryan. xo
Lia palmed the photo of Ronnie Spector, a feeling of taut, bemused anger swelling inside her as she regarded it. Sure, she loved Ronnie Spector—she adored her strong, timeless, bad-girl voice. And there was something about her heavy makeup and elaborate hairdressing that suggested the dreamy, captivating glamour of another era.
