Chapter 9

“Yeah, wow.”

“I’d better order up some suede fringe,” Katie realized. “Judy Garland’s life in the Old West…I see lots of sparkly suede fringe.”

“These reviews I’ve gotta see,” I groaned, keeping as much unkindness out of my voice as possible. 3

Now packed with pancakes, I was starting to feel a little dozy. Since I figured nothing I had to say could top Marzipan’s announcement that she was planning to stage Judy Garland’s life story as told by the 19th century’s most celebrated markswoman, I helped Katie tidy up from our brunch, then excused myself. Jet-lagged, with no plans for the day, I headed back upstairs to my apartment for a nap.