“God, Bree--do you have any idea what time it is?”
Christy’s voice sounded in her ear, and even though she was annoyed, Bree was just happy she’d answered. At a time like this, when she needed to talk to someone who knew the background and was capable of saying the things she needed to hear, Christy was her go-to girl and had been ever since high school.
“Sorry, hon. Did I wake you up?” Bree asked, thinking Christy didn’t sound groggy--just irritated.
“Hell, no. But I’m in the process of switching clubs. What’s up, bitch?”
That had Bree giggling. While everyone else their age who wasn’t at an event like Bree happened to be, was home, sleeping, preparing for work the next day, Christy was on her way to a different party. “I just hoped I could talk to you for a few minutes, but if you’re busy, it’s okay. I can call you some other time.”
