THIRTEEN
“Roxie! Roxie! Roxie!”
Why was Jane screaming?
Rushing out of her bedroom into the living room, Roxie arrived just in time to see Toria switch on the TV and begin flipping through channels.
“What is it?” she asked. “What’s going on?”
No answer came. Her girls were glued to the TV. When Toria got to the entertainment news, both roommates shook fingers at the screen, though it wasn’t necessary.
Zairn. Again. When else did they get so animated?
“I’ve told you,” Roxie said on a sigh. “I don’t give a damn. Don’t call me through for this shit.”
Going back to her bedroom, she returned to her mirror and breathed out. If it was something important, Zairn would call her. He would.
Just a week ago, she’d left him in his New York apartment. An affair, at the time, sounded sexy and ex
