There is a voice in the room. Low. Raspy. Just enough rough that it brings my senses alive. It’s Alan on TV. An afternoon talk show program. Why is he suddenly impossible to escape? I fight not to focus on the interview and find myself doing exactly that. God, he looks different. So different. Harsh. Angry. And I hate the way he’s dressed. Leather pants and open shirt. Definitely, not your type, Chrissie. Not your type at all! The phone rings and I fumble for the receiver, my eyes still glued on the TV. “Chrissie, I’m not interrupting something, am I?” Rene asks, sounding a little miffed. For a moment, I hesitate. “No, just catching up on my reading. What’s happening in DC?” “Total shitstorm. Dad was right about that. He’s bought a house in Georgetown. He is marrying fembot number thirty-seven. It seems Daddy Dearest is about to have a new family. And I can’t reach Mom.
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