Chapter Thirty-Three“You stupid broad!”
I passed the phone over, but could still hear the roaring on the other end.
“You knew I would have kept you from going to Texas, so you went behind my back!” he yelled. “We got you out of this Pearson mess once. Now you’ve gone and jumped right back in! You’ve got the social skills of a warthog!”
“I’m sorry, Ben. Really I am,” she said.
Once again, like an elephant at a garden party, Clara had made herself the unintended center of attention, destroying everything in her path.
“I’ve done all I can do. Your next stop will be Hays’s office!”
Will Hays. What a prize that man was. A hundred and forty pounds of rat-faced joy with bad teeth and jug ears. After all the scandals over the last ten years or so, like Fatty Arbuckle and William Desmond Tayl
