Trixie groaned. “Where’s a rooster when you need one?” “What?” Kelsey stared at us all like we were insane. “A story for another night.” Trixie patted Kelsey’s shoulder. “Let’s just say we’ve got experience with the press and the paparazzi, as does Luke Skycocker.” Kelsey leaned over and stage whispered to me. “I know she’s saying words I understand on their own, but not when you put them in that order. I can’t wait to hear this story.”
