Chapter 47

forty-seven

River

Sunday Morning

I woke up to no sign of Delia, Nessa, or Lily, and a killer hangover. Alcohol, emotions, the full spectrum. On the drive back, my phone pings.

Group Chat: [Delia Shane, Nessa Rabin, River Hendrix]

Delia:

Taking Lily to grab some stuff, she's going to stay with us tonight.

River:

Tell Lily I will go to the apartment since your place is small, cottage is hers

Delia:

With all due respect "boss"

Ya fucked up

Ya fucked up big time

River:

Thanks, I had no idea

Delia:

Happy to be of service, if you need to figure out how to fix it, ask someone else

Nessa:

I'd normally send you a bunch of romance novels I love but…

sends link for Taylor Swift's "You're On Your Own Kid"

Play this

River:

Delia – You're off tonight. Please make sure she's ok. I'll handle the bar deliveries

Delia:

You're damn right