When Kenny called and said he needed help after finding out that we were still in New York, I told Scott to go. As it was, they had barely seen each other since Kenny moved out. It also gave me an excuse to get rid of him so I could make myself presentable before our guests arrived. Frankie didn't stick around after he dropped Jenny off. He did promise to check in on us tomorrow though. So in the end, it was just Jenny and I in the apartment.
"I should call Collette," I said, as Jenny walked around the living room, taking the place in. "She will probably want to know—"
"Please don't," said Jenny, touching the side of a photo frame with her finger, before picking it up. "She doesn't get it. I think you will."
"Get what? I'm sorry, I don't even know if you've eaten or want something to dr
