FORTY-ONE
Her girls were sitting on the bed when she came out of the closet in a fluffy hotel robe.
“What happened?” Jane asked, rushing over to pull her into a hug. “Oh, honey.”
“Nothing, it’s fine,” Roxie said, glancing around. “Do you know where my purse is?”
From behind her, Toria raised it over her head. Roxie left Jane intending to get it, but Toria yanked it away at the last second. “Did you screw him?”
“Who are we talking about now?” Roxie asked, going around Toria to snatch her purse.
“The dude. Whoever you went home with last night.”
Wow. Was that the time? The wall clock couldn’t be right, could it? How long had she been in the shower?
“I didn’t sleep with anyone last night,” she said, less surprised to find her phone dead. “No one thought to charge it for me?”
Judging
