Soundtrack: "Girls Just Want to Have Fun," by Cyndi Lauper
warnings: walls o' text, whee!
"Who?" Darla asked.
"Demitri Hobbes. Did you see him? He was in here for a minute, can you believe it? He was actually here. And he didn't even recognize me. I feel like an idiot. Everybody saw me waving like a stupid love-struck girl." Debbie sighed. "You know I did a job for him this week?"
"I have no idea who you're talking about," Darla said.
"You know, the soap actor! On Turning Tides???"
Darla didn't watch soaps, but she knew what Turning Tides was, a low-budget daytime soap filmed here in Lake City. It was sort of hard to escape in this town.
Debbie sloughed off her shame, sitting straighter, tossing her head once so that the curls piled on top of her head bounced. She grinned. "I purchased a new sofa for him. And he loved it."
Darla still couldn’t believe people paid her sister to shop for a living.
"And he gave me flowers," Debbie added.
"Did he pay you in money?"
