I was a traitor.
Scarlett would be angry.
I told her that I kissed Justin, but she didn’t
care.
“I knew you two would end up together.”
“Then why did you encourage me to divorce?”
“If you didn’t, you wouldn’t know that Justin
loved you. You would still be stuck.”
I asked, “What about you and Owen?”
She shook her head.
“I don’t want to think about it. I want to work
first. You can’t leave me now that you’re back
with Justin. You have to be my agent.”
She had a big red mark on her neck.
I showed her the mirror.
She called Owen and started yelling.
She talked about old men.
Owen didn’t say anything.
When she paused to drink, he said, “Do you
want to scratch it? Is it itchy?”
She scratched it and was stumped.
“It’s itchy,” she said.
Owen said, “Maybe it was a mosquito. You
can say I was the mosquito.”
Scarlett hung up the phone.
I said, “Mosquitoes aren’t that big.”
