- 6.
It was good to be back in my big house.
I didn’t have to do anything.
I could spend all the money I wanted.
My mom made me a library.
She bought me books and computers.
I got up early and did yoga, got lunch, and
‘n muiny, yuya, anu yui.
I had wine in the bath and slept well.
My health was way better than it used to be.
But because Brittany wasn’t posting, the
internet got angry.
People started asking questions.
[Does Brittany even know how to write?]
[Was Violet telling the truth?]
[Why hasn’t she posted? I want my money
back!]
Brittany got desperate and posted.
I knew that she didn’t have talent.
It was hard for her to write.
Plus, my book was about my crush on
someone from school.
Even if Jake told Brittany everything, she
wouldn’t understand.
So she wrote something, but it didn’t get a lot
of readers.
She said she had surgery, but that didn’t work.
either
Sne promisea sne would get better, but that
didn’t help.
I was at Hermès, thinking about what bag to
buy when my agent, Liz, said she wanted to
see me.
[Vi, I see you’re in Shanghai. I’m here on
business; can we talk? Maybe I
misunderstood you.]
My heart started to pound.
