“The Shitter?” “The one and only,” Hannah nodded. I scrunched my forehead. “What the fuck?” Hannah stood up. “Come with me.” Jerking my head back, I said, “Come with you where?” I had no intention of going with Hannah anywhere lest she lock me in a closet and force me to give her book a 5-star review. “This story requires something a bit stronger than caffeine. There’s a bar around the corner. Ryan’s Daughter. Come on.” “Ryan’s Daughter? Isn’t that a bit undignified for your taste?” Glancing at her Louboutins, I added, “Not to mention your shoes?” Waving her hand in my face, Hannah said, “Undignified is exactly the right atmosphere for what I’m going to tell you. Now put your little computer away and come on.” She paused. “Unless you’re not interested in getting the dirt on your man’s new woman.” My heart skipped a beat. “She’s not his new woman!” Hannah shrugged nonchalantly. “Maybe yes. Maybe no.” I sighed loudly, threw my mini laptop in my bag and followed Hannah outside into the spring air.
