I fumble with a pair of black pearl earrings. This way, at least my shoes will match something. Except that even the earrings are refusing to cooperate.
I throw my hands up in despair. “Forget it. We should just cancel.”
“Absolutely not!” June thunders. “This is our first outing since you got jailed!”
“Put under protection,” I correct gently.
One earring goes in. Small victories. “That’s not how it goes, Jay.”
She blows me a raspberry in response. “I’m walking down to the car. If you’re not in the lobby in twenty minutes, I’m coming up to get you. And yes, that’s a threat.”
I prick my finger on my other earring. “Goddammit! Why won’t you just—”
And then the doorbell rings.
“Coming!” I yell. “June, I think Petra’s here.”
“And I’m almost at the car,” June replies. “C’mon, don’t lea
