Cora - Friday, April 29, 2016
“Don’t tell me,” a man said on her right. White-haired, tanned—maybe a fake tan given the orange glow—he scanned Holly, then Cora, then Holly’s friend, Meena. “You’re shooting a remake of Charlie’s Angels.”
Meena was on the stool closest to him; she leaned closer and said behind her hand, “We could tell you, but then we’d have to kill you.”
The old guy cracked up. “Shame. Good show. Enjoy your afternoon, ladies.”
Comments