5, 2 a.m. Combining the Pisgah Porters at Sal's with Midnight Espresso Martinis at Torch, was not, in retrospect, a good idea. -AG A run, if AnnaLise survived it, might salvage the rest of the day from her hangover. 'You're shitting me, right?' Joy said, when AnnaLise called her cell. 'It's barely eight a.m.' 'You said you wanted to run this morning,' AnnaLise protested. 'Besides, Sal's closed at eleven last night.' 'That doesn't mean we stopped drinking.' The tone of Joy's voice added, 'you idiot.' 'Granted,' AnnaLise said. 'But think how much better you'll feel after you exercise.' Nothing but the chilly silence of a cell connection that's been broken. 'What? No click? No dial tone?' AnnaLise said into the phone before flicking it off. 'Oh, for the days a girl knew when she'd been hung up on.' 'What dear?' Daisy stuck her head around the corner, all smiles. How did she do it?
