“Chloe Anne Carmichael, there’s hope for you yet.” I throw an arm over my face. “I don’t even want to know what that means.” “It means it’s time for a meeting of the sisterhood of the traveling panties. Lula’s, half an hour. I’ll call Kat.” She hangs up. I know, from past experience, if I call her back she won’t answer. And if I don’t show at the appointed time, they’ll come and get me. I drag myself from the couch to go get dressed.
