Sublime

Sadie’s community service project went on for fourteen months. Predictably, it ended the day Sam discovered its existence. Their friendship amounted to 609 hours,

bucolic

tautology,

school.’

She drank Southern Comfort with adorable rich young men who were often smart, and spent more and more nights up in those mansions above Hollywood and Beverly Hills where ambulances often lost their way and where handsome devils sat around on their amps trying to outdo each other in songs, blondes, and downers.

Life was expensive anywhere you were.