friends；？ snapped one of the twins？Vanessa still couldn？t tell them apart？sticking his
tongue out at Dan。
？Your friends？？ Dan repeated。
？Right；？ Vanessa snapped。 ？Kind of likeshe？s your friend； right； Dan？？
A church bell rang down on Fifth Avenue。 The sound was so pure and so totally inappropriate for
the moment； it made Vanessa want to scream。
？Vanessa？？ The other twin tugged on her hand。 ？I don？t feel so good。？
？Not now；？Vanessa responded sternly。
？I？m confused；？ Dan stuttered。 ？Why aren？t you on set right now？？
？I was fired。 Not that you？d care。？
？Let？s just pause before we say anything we？re going to regret；？ interrupted Short Shorts。
Pigeons were picking at the sticky remains of the twins？ ice creams。 If only one of them would
peck the bitchy blonde in the ass。
？Vanessa？？ the same twin whined。 ？Ireally don？t？？ But before he could finish his sentence； he
vomited chewed…up ice cream sandwich all over Dan？s acid green Nike rollerblades。
Sothat？s the definition of bad karma。
he？s lost that lovin？ feelin？
Nate？s legs felt a little shaky； the way they did when Coach caught him goofing off at practice
and sentenced him to run laps as punishment。 It had been a long day of ferrying new fence posts
from the driveway； where they lay piled up higher than he stood； to various points around the yard。
He lurched into the house； arms aching and knees wobbling。
Weak in the knees？and not even because of a girl。
On his way to his bedroom he stopped in the bright； white…and…steel kitchen and rummaged in
the refrigerator。 Regina； his parents？ maid/caretaker/chef； kept the place well stocked but Nate
pushed aside the ter