Dear Lily,

I hope you are well dear.

I think I left off when Deidre was mooching off us the morning after her night with Toby. 

Deidre gulped down two tablets with the coffee, sat down at the kitchen table and laid her head on her hands. She must have had a raging headache and I reveled in seeing her in pain, especially given what she had done.

“Have fun last night?” I asked her with venom in my voice.

“Ugh.”

“I will take that as a yes. Why don’t you take your sorry self back upstairs, clean up, and go...

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