“Thank you,” Kennedy replied.
Cameron sat back down next to her and looked at the screen that Jessie was now standing next to.
“She hooked up her phone to it,” Kennedy said before taking a bite of her popcorn. “I feel like I’m about to watch the world’s most boring PowerPoint presentation.”
Cameron laughed a little, reminded of how funny her girlfriend could be at times. Then, she leaned back and ate some of her own popcorn as she waited for Jessie to begin.
“We had over ten thousand individual donations, which is amazing. The minimum dollar amount that they could’ve donated had been five, so that means, even if everyone had only donated that amount, the charity made fifty thousand dollars. Most donations were much higher than that, though. We had five hundred and four people pay the minimum donation of a thousand dollars for your prize.”
“That’s it?” Kennedy asked.
“Babe, that’s a lot of money.”
“For charity.”
“Kennedy, come on,” Cameron said.
Kennedy hadn’t always been wealthy, but because she’d had a hit TV show from age fifteen on, she sometimes forgot what it was like not to have money.
“Go on, Jessie,” Kennedy said.
“Okay. So, to the point: five hundred and four.”
“Please tell me you aren’t going to make us look through all five hundred and four of them,” Kennedy said.
“God, no,” Cameron added. “I don’t think I can handle that, either.”
“No, I whittled it down to a top twenty and shared my thoughts with Zane. He got back to me with his top ten, and I agreed with eight of them, so I’m presenting those eight.”
“Thank you,” Kennedy said.
“Okay. First up.”
Jessie pressed something on her phone, and a picture of a couple showed on the screen.
“There are pictures?”
“They were required in the entry as well as some other information,” Jessie said. “This is Hollywood. I hate to say it, but we want attractive people. It’s just the way it is. So, this is Michelle and Matt Colby. They’re–”
“Pass,” Cameron said.
Kennedy turned to her and asked, “Why?”
“That guy has crazy eyes. Look at him.” She pointed.
“He doesnothave crazy eyes,” Jessie replied and took a step back as if to check for herself. “Oh. I guess he does. I must have missed that.”
“I’m not saying he’s a serial killer, but it wouldn’t surprise me if bodies are buried in his basement.”
Kennedy laughed at her joke and said, “Agreed. Next.”
“Okay. Fine. This is Letisha and Andy. They’re both accountants. Seem pretty tame on social media. Andy doesn’t post much at all. Letisha mainly just posts cute animal videos. She’s a fan of Cameron’s and entered because she had a sister die from leukemia when they were kids.”
“Fuck,” Cameron said. “That sucks.”
“I put them here for obvious reasons: that’s something you could all talk about on the date weekend, and it would get some sympathy points,” Jessie said.
“I’m not exploiting her sister’s death,” Kennedy argued.
