I tapped my foot beneath the table. Where was Molly? How long was I going to have to stay here? Now that I was no longer in danger of immediate starvation, I didn’t particularly want to be in Paisley’s apartment. What was Hazel doing this weekend? I’d overheard her say something about a wedding. Had she brought a date? God, why was I thinking about her all of a sudden? But really, what was she doing? Probably having adventurous sex with someone.
