said Ariel, the slight Hispanic waiter at The Hamburger Hut who was responsible for training Amanda on this Tuesday afternoon.“What friend?” Amanda was confused. How many friends did she even have around here?“You know, your high school friend. The Texas surfer boy.”“Grant? Was here?” Amanda...
said the makeup artist. “You’re shaking like a leaf.”“Is it that obvious?” said Warren. “Just relax and be yourself. You’ll do just fine.”“Thanks,” he answered, closing his eyes. He tried to put his mind at ease, to settle his nerves, by pretending he was elsewhere. He thought back to New Or...