One Night Only (161 page)

Poll
y
shrugged
.
“
I
haven
’
t
hear
d
fro
m
he
r
sinc
e
sh
e
left
her
e
earlie
r
.
N
o
doub
t
he
’
s
to
o
bus
y
fussin
g
ove
r
he
r
broken to
e
t
o
eve
n
hav
e
notice
d
th
e
wor
d
‘arrested’
.
Honestl
y
,
h
e
i
s
s
o
goo
d
t
o
he
r
i
t
woul
d
mak
e
yo
u
sick.
”

Gin
a
stare
d
a
t
th
e
table
.
“It
’
s
funn
y
that
,
isn
’
t
it?
”
she
said
,
twistin
g
a
tissu
e
i
n
he
r
hands
.

“What
’
s
funny?
”
aske
d
Poll
y
.
“
T
es
s
i
n
priso
n
fo
r
battering
a
doorman?
”

“No,”
said
Gina.
“I
mean,
when
a
man
is
reall
y
,
really
goo
d
t
o
someone
,
w
e
sa
y
i
t
woul
d
mak
e
yo
u
sick
.
And then
,
a
s
i
n
m
y
case
,
whe
n
a
ma
n
i
s
reall
y
,
reall
y
ba
d
to you
,
i
t
make
s
yo
u
sic
k
too
.
S
o
ho
w
th
e
hel
l
d
o
w
e
fin
d
the righ
t
on
e
then
,
i
f
the
y
al
l
ar
e
goin
g
t
o
mak
e
u
s
sick?
”

Poll
y
though
t
fo
r
a
moment
.
Gin
a
ha
d
a
goo
d
point
.
It wa
s
th
e
but
t
o
f
al
l
joke
s
i
n
thei
r
famil
y
tha
t
Ro
b
treated
T
es
s
lik
e
a
princess
.
He
r
thirtiet
h
birthda
y
wa
s
jus
t
around th
e
corne
r
an
d
th
e
sister
s
ha
d
a
sweepstak
e
o
n
how
sickeningl
y
romanti
c
h
e
migh
t
b
e
t
o
mar
k
th
e
o
cc
a
si
on
.
T
es
s
woul
d
sa
y
the
y
wer
e
al
l
jus
t
jealous
,
an
d
sometime
s
Polly
was
,
bu
t
mos
t
o
f
th
e
tim
e
sh
e
wondere
d
i
f
al
l
that attentio
n
an
d
adoratio
n
woul
d
b
e
to
o
muc
h
t
o
bear
?

Bu
t
the
n
ther
e
wer
e
th
e
T
revo
r
Humphrie
s
o
f
the world
.
Pig-ignoran
t
bullie
s
wh
o
woul
d
mak
e
you
r
skin crawl
.
Muc
h
mor
e
sickenin
g
tha
n
Ro
b
bein
g
a
‘pussy’
,
as
Jame
s
ofte
n
calle
d
him
.

“
I
don
’
t
wan
t
t
o
b
e
s
o
cliché
d
a
s
t
o
sa
y
‘
a
happy medium’,
”
sh
e
sai
d
t
o
Gina
.
“Bu
t
to
o
muc
h
on
e
wa
y
or anothe
r
canno
t
b
e
health
y
.
T
revo
r
i
s
a
n
extrem
e
tha
t
no woma
n
shoul
d
hav
e
t
o
pu
t
u
p
with
,
bu
t
yo
u
wouldn
’
t
wan
t
the
m
grovellin
g
t
o
yo
u
twenty-fou
r
-seven
,
would you
?
Otherwise
,
ther
e
i
s
n
o
passion
,
n
o
spark
.
It
’
s
har
d
to bea
t
a
health
y
ro
w
wher
e
eac
h
part
y
give
s
i
t
thei
r
al
l
and the
n
hav
e
grea
t
make-u
p
se
x
afterwards.
”

Poll
y
peepe
d
i
n
a
t
Thoma
s
an
d
Ma
x
a
s
the
y
spoke
.
Those
Aussi
e
dude
s
wer
e
playin
g
a
blinde
r
an
d
th
e
twin
s
wer
e
still
dancin
g
merril
y
t
o
thei
r
tune
.
Littl
e
angels
!
Fo
r
no
w
.
.
.

“O
h
goo
d
God
,
don
’
t
mentio
n
tha
t
word!
”
sai
d
Gina, buryin
g
he
r
hea
d
i
n
he
r
hand
s
again
.
“
I
swea
r
,
Poll
y
.
I
won
’
t
slee
p
fo
r
day
s
wit
h
th
e
guil
t
an
d
sham
e
o
f
that carry-o
n
yesterda
y
.
I’
m
mortified
.
O
n
to
p
o
f
everything
else
,
that
’
s
reall
y
no
t
helpin
g
m
e
a
t
all!
”