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“Holy cow,” I said, in a state of, like,totalshock. “Really?”

“Yeah, um, I don’t get it. Do younotlook in the mirror?” Ally inquired.

“That’s what my sister says,” I told her.

“Sugar, I hope you don’t mind me sayin’. Your daddy left you ’cause your daddy’s a jackass, not because you ain’t all that, ’cause I’m here to tell you, you are. Smithie won’t have a girl work for him who isn’t all that, and that’s the God’s honest truth,” Daisy declared.

This was true. Every girl who worked at Smithie’s was hot. It was a job requirement.

“I thought Smithie felt sorry for me because of Mom.”

Daisy let go of my hand and made a snorting noise with her nose. “Smithie’d give you fifty dollars and tell you to take a hike. He wouldn’t put you in heels and a skimpy outfit and have you traipse around his bar. The point is,allhis girls gotta give the guys hard-ons and make ’em want to hang around longer, order drinks and enjoy the show. He ain’t gonna make no money if he’s got some plain-ass bitch draggin’ around.”

I saw Indy’s hair nod.

So, all this was making sense to me, but it still made me uncomfortable.

“Okay. Can we stop talking about how hot I am and giving guys hard-ons?” I asked.

“Sure, sugar,” Daisy gave in as if it was all the same to her. “Let’s talk about your Eddie and his hard-ons. Do tell, does the promise of what I saw in those jeans hold true? Please tell me it does. It would besodisappointing if he stuffed a sock down there or somethin’.”

I laughed. If Eddie used a sock his crotch would enter the room before he did.

“He doesn’t use a sock and he’s sonotdisappointing it’s kind of scary,” I shared.

“How scary?” Ally asked.

“Mind-bogglingly scary,” I answered.

“I’ve always wanted to know if Eddie was even close to the promise of Eddie, ’cause the promise of Eddie is seriously shit hot.” Ally noted.

I thought about Eddie. I thought about Mom leaning against Eddie. I thought about Eddie getting so angry on my behalf he’d punch out Bachelor Number One and throw a phone into a margarita pitcher. I thought about Eddie’s hands and mouth on me. I thought about Eddie moving inside me. I thought about Eddie in the shower. I thought about being tucked up against Eddie on the couch.

I sighed, deep and huge.

Indy turned back in her seat. “I think that’s enough said.”

“You gotthatright, sister,” Ally agreed.

* * *

We arrivedat the poker table, which was somewhere I didn’t know and somewhere I never wanted to go again. I just knew it was in the back of a seriously not trendy bar and up some barely lit stairs that didn’t smell good.

Daisy knocked on a closed door and when the big guy opened it, he didn’t look happy to see her. Then he hid it and was all smiles.

“Daisy!” he greeted.

“Got a game goin’, Butch?” she asked.

“Sure, Daisy,” Butch replied.

“Room for me?” she went on.

“Always room for you, Daisy.” Then his eyes came to Indy, Ally and I and I wondered why he ended everything he said with “Daisy.”

“Those are just my girls,” Daisy explained. “They’re not gonna play, just watch.”

He shuffled his feet. “I’m not sure about that, Daisy,” he said.

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