Chapter 6

Auntie Bellum snorted from behind me. “Tips? Cart before the horse on that one.” She walked past us and headed out the door, whinnying as she went.

Pearl followed close behind. “Half of nothing is still nothing, Lucy.”

“Bitchy,” I said, once we were alone.

She nodded. “Told you so.” She squeezed my hand. “Put the dress on. Everything will be okay.” She uncrouched. “Besides, it’s only drag.” But the way she said it made it sound like Seabiscuit saying that it was only the Kentucky Derby—or, you know, whinnying it. And then she, too, turned and headed out, saying over her shoulder, “Is Madonna okay?”

“Huh?” I huhed.

“For your number.”