Chapter 43

She shook her head. She rose from her seat. She was a vision in pink. Pink from head to toe. She looked like cotton candy come to life. She looked sweet enough to give you cavities. “I’m luckier to have him.” She stared right into the camera, right at her husband. A chill ran up my spine. She couldn’t have known, not unless he told her. But why would he do that? “Let’s go watch Mora,” she said, thereby prying me away from my thoughts.

I blinked. “Sure.”

We were standing off to the side of the stage a moment later. Auntie came running by, her hands full of cash. I turned and watched her. She didn’t go to the dressing room; she went to her office. I supposed there was nothing off about that; it was heroffice, after all. Still, the dressing room seemed more logical. Drag queens need touch-ups. Plus, she had another number, soon enough.

Lucy pointed to the stage, to my ex. Or was he my current? Oh what a tangled web we weave. “There’s a lot packed into that small frame of hers.”