Kelly
Tommy's face pops up in the little notification bubble on my phone again.
Kel we're writing at C's
this afternoon. Come.
Please?
I look up from my phone. Dan's still in the celebrity hospital. The doctors say they need to scan him, see if he'll need surgery for that disc. Even though he's frustrated and worried about his contractors ruining his construction business, I think part of him enjoys all the attention. He's taken to reading The New York Post every morning while he's digging into bacon and eggs that look like they came from a restaurant.
He doesn't look up from the paper. "That the boys?"
I almost say no. Almost continue pretending I haven't heard from them since Crash got released amid tabloid rumors which were, thankfully, overshadowed by the latest movie premiere in Los Angeles.
