I was actually hopeful that the intervening hours would have given Paris some perspective – and Laura an idea about how to make things right. Neither one of those things happened, though. “She’s really pissed at you,” Brittany said from her desk after Paris practically growled at me to get out of her way and fled the bedroom. “Yeah, thanks, I figured that out myself.” “She told me what you did.” “And what did I do?” “You didn’t take her side,” Brittany said simply. “I did take her side,” I countered. “I just didn’t roll over and show her my underbelly.” “What?” Brittany looked confused. “She gave me an ultimatum,” I tried again. “And you thought taking Laura’s side was the way to answer it?” “I didn’t take Laura’s side,”
