“Richard Gere was sleeping with Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman,” Nora said. “Yeah, but he picked her up on a street corner,” I said. “She was an actual prostitute.” Nora shrugged. “If he wanted to go down on me on a piano, I’d do it.” “For money?” Hazel asked. “That’s illegal.” “No, I just mean in general,” Nora said. “Have you seen Everly’s boss? God, he’s exquisite. I’d let him do whatever he wanted to me.” Hazel’s brow creased. “I thought you were talking about Richard Gere.” Nora shrugged.
