Extreme Bachelor
“What happened to that vow she’d made to herself one hundred years ago that she’d not lose one more moment of sleep because of him, anyway?
As Leah marched across the parking lot, backpack in hand, Trudy, who was waiting at the gate, lifted her psychedelic shades and peered closely at her. “What’s the matter?”
she asked when Leah reached her.
“Nothing,” Leah said. “I just didn’t get much sleep last night.”
“Oh no,” she said knowingly, and hands on hips, she nodded sagely as she sized Leah up. “Oh, honey,” she said, with a sympathetic shake of her head. “You look like shit.
That’s the deal with these movie guys—they’ll say anything to fuck you. So what did he say this time?”
What hadn’t he said? Leah shifted her backpack from one shoulder to the other. “Nothing, really.” She didn’t want to rehash it all again—she’d just spent the better part of one night rehashing it over and over and over, until her head felt like it was literally going to explode off her shoulders.
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