Chapter 8
“Where were you yesterday?…and today?” Earl asked when I finally got home late Monday afternoon. I hadn’t turned my phone on until I walked into my apartment. There were ten messages but I hadn’t listened to them yet because Earl called the minute I walked in the door. “I tried calling after I read the review. Have you seen it?”
“Yes, I read it yesterday afternoon,” I assured him.
“It was right on! You were electrifying!”
“Oh, Earl, stop it. It was just another concert.”
“It was definitely not just another concert! What did Mistress have to say to you? Did she like it? Is she going to beat you again? Or did you stay the night and now she can’t.”
I laughed. “She said she’d beat me for free if I gave her tickets to each concert.”
“Shelby! And you really went over there?”
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