Phoebe got locked outta the kitchen. After a sec of thinking, she strolled into the living room and plopped down on the single sofa farthest from Theodore.


    They both sat there, quiet as mice, with the TV ring in the background. Neither of them gave a damn about the other.


    Some variety show was on. After some fancy piano tunes, the host showed up. The folks on the show were tight, totally getting each other''s jokes. In no time, they had the audience cracking up. Phoebe wanted tough, but she just couldn''t. The people on stage seemed like they were just trying too hard.@@novelbin@@


    Outta nowhere, her phone buzzed. Phoebe checked it and saw Cindy was calling. After a quick pause, she got up and headed to the balcony to take the call.


    Cindy''s voice was all careful, like she was walking on eggshells, "Hey, Phoebe, I heard Donovan''s dead. Is that true?"


    Phoebe leaned against the wall. The balcony was colder than inside, and the chill was getting to her.


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