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The very real shock on Rachel’s face was near comical as she pulled out her phone and flipped it to her Instagram account, then held it over for me to see.
The dress was yellow, which in and of itself was not a crime. However, it had… “Is that gingham?” I hadn’t seen a yellow checked dress except on television in forever.
“Right?” She widened her eyes, almost goggling. “Hold on to your boy shorts.” She swiped to the next picture. Patty was dressed in some hideous orange thing.
“Did they lose a bet?”
In all the years I’d gone to school with them, I could honestly say they had fashion sense and taste. Both of them. But…
Suddenly, Rachel smirked.
“Oh my god, they lost a bet.”
“Maybe,” she answered, all innocence now.
“What did you do?” I demanded.
She nudged my plate. “Eat and I’ll tell you.”
“Fine,” I stabbed a piece of fish and stuffed it in my mouth. It had tasted divine earlier, but my lack of appetite wasn’t thrilled with the effort.
“And I bet them on who would be voted off of the Disguised Vocalist this week. They lost.”
“Seriously?”
She shrugged. I was behind. “Hey, I can recognize talent, and they were basing it on costume.”
“I can’t believe they took that bet.”
“Sucks to be them. Personally, I enjoyed watching them walk around all day like that. Couldn’t happen to a pair of nicer bitches. Besides, I could have done a whole lot worse. But I was all nice and shit.”
I snorted. But when she grinned, I laughed and shook my head. “Remind me never to bet you on anything.”
“You never have. But then, I wouldn’t do something like that to you. Even when you’re oblivious, you’re not rude.”
Yeah. That was something, I supposed. Then she showed me the pictures again, and we both laughed.
I managed to eat about half the food before we circled back to Cheryl. “I don’t know what to tell you,” Rachel said. “I don’t want to think she was involved.”
“I don’t either.”
“But I’ll fucking ask her.”
“Rachel…”
“No, I like her. I always thought she was too ditzy to do a terrible thing, but…I don’t see Mitch drugging her either. They were crazy about each other.” Then she grimaced. “I don’t want to talk about that jackass, and to think I actually liked the son of a bitch. I guess my taste is questionable.”
“I still don’t…” I didn’t want to finish that thought.
“You still don’t what?”
“Don’t know why he did it.”
“Because he’s an asshole.”
“But why? He’s good-looking, right? He had a girlfriend.”
“Assholes don’t always need a reason to be an asshole, Frankie. It might be a mistake to look for one, too.”
