She's staring at me, eyes wide. "I hope you're not telling me all of this because you think I'll find some miraculous out for you. This is way beyond my skills." Now, in another suite entirely, I pick up a replica of the cushion I just used moments before and scream into it again. "I really am dead, aren't I?" I say when I finally release my face from its downy soft luxury confines. "Oh, yeah," Allie says, observing me. "And then some. But, do tell, was it worth it?" I don't even hesitate. "Oh, yes. Definitely yes," I say, exhaling loudly. Allie rolls her eyes. "No surprises there. Though I am amazed you didn't trip over your tongue on stage." "My tongue?" I frown, not understanding. "Well, it is generally lolling around on the ground whenever Noah's nearby." I go to tell Allie this isn't true, then sigh. "Fine." "Hey, I can't deny that he's cute." "Really," I deadpan. "I hadn't noticed. Maybe they'll let me write him from military school." A thoughtful look passes over Allie's face.
