hi, babies! she calls out, waving
By now, Zoey and I have been talking for so long that the quesadilla has congealed and the horchata has been drained to ice. We're both sprawled on the sidewalk, our own concrete jungle, and the scant palm tree shade has moved on. Zoey checks her phone, but there have been no updates from Maybelle's vet. We gather our trash and stand up, then head toward the museum. Zoey Deutch may be on the fast track high quality replica handbags china to Big Fucking Deal, but right now, she's in no hurry, and she would like to see some art.