Chapter 44

• “Babe, isn’t hair day next month?” Carrie asked as they facetimed. Talia stared at the phone screen where she had it propped up against a cup on the dining table as she opened a bottle of wine.
• “I needed to get the sweat washed out,” she answered absent mindedly as she screwed the wine opener into the cork.
• “Why? You don’t exactly exercise, lucky bitch,” she hissed. Talia snorted a laugh as she pulled on the wine opener. “Or did you suddenly decide to get a gym membership?”