JESSICA
“Hello?” Dr Henry’s voice is coming from downstairs, where I left Vecker.
We ended up going to a bar for happy hour because the more we talked, the more we realized we were actual lonely spinsters.
I know we are being dramatic because we just scratched twenty, our t**s are still perky and we are drop dead gorgeous—as the bartender was kind enough to point out but none of it means anything.
For me, I am too consumed with guilt of my past to allow myself any true happiness and Vecker, is too strong to admit she is indeed very distraught over losing Liam.
Hence the sobering up with Dr Henry’s expensive coffee so she can go for rehearsal but it’s not even 5PM yet, he is not supposed to be home.
“Hi, you must be Dr Henry.” Vecker sounds unfazed as that Russian cogency never cru
