“Shit.” And here I was hoping that wasn’t it. “Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do. We empty our bank accounts, you cut off your hair, I’ll dress in drag and we’ll go to Monaco to start over. We’ll be llama farmers. Do they have llamas in Monaco? Never mind, we’ll figure it out when we get there.” She raised an eyebrow. “Why is drag your solution to everything?” “I look amazing in fishnets,”
