Chapter 41
I’ve heard that timing is everything. It is. Randy drops the subject of my hair.
We stroll through the crappy neighborhood toward the rehab center, like we’re a couple of kids going on our way to buy groceries.
“So, Cindy . . . I mean, uh, Portia. If you were visiting someone, how come you didn’t sign in?”
Oh, s**t. How can I protect Denise and keep Randy’s confidence?
“Randy. I wasn’t visiting anyone. I just needed to get inside.”
Randy peers at me. “Why?”
“Because I was curious.”
Still true. Not the whole truth, but still true.
Randy halts. “What’s going on?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re wearing a wig and trying to sneak into a rehab center because you’re curious.” He smiles, but his voice hardens. “Are you training for the CIA?”
Oh, double-s**t. I think it’s time t
