Chapter 47
forty-seven
River
Sunday Morning
I woke up to no sign of Delia, Nessa, or Lily, and a killer hangover. Alcohol, emotions, the full spectrum. On the drive back, my phone pings.
Group Chat: [Delia Shane, Nessa Rabin, River Hendrix]
Delia:
Taking Lily to grab some stuff, she’s going to stay with us tonight.
River:
Tell Lily I will go to the apartment since your place is small, cottage is hers
Delia:
With all due respect “boss”
Ya fucked up
Ya fucked up big time
River:
Thanks, I had no idea
Delia:
Happy to be of service, if you need to figure out how to fix it, ask someone else
Nessa:
I’d normally send you a bunch of romance novels I love but…
sends link for Taylor Swift’s “You’re On Your Own Kid”
Play this
River:
Delia – You’re off tonight. Please make sure she’s ok. I’ll handle the bar deliveries
Delia:
You’re damn right