11. Chapter 11
And I was back in the hospital.
My stitches had been patched back up and I was allowed to go back to the penthouse. I'd been thinking if I could have just stayed in the hospital. It probably would have been nicer. But of course Polly came to pick me up. Her makeup was scruffy and she had really dark sunglasses on. I guessed she had a massive hangover.
"Hey Mel, ready to go?"
I got my things together for the second time that week and headed out the sliding doors.
We were walking this time, not taking the flash limo, sadly. Polly was wearing flat silver pumps, high shorts, a small black leather jacket and a blue halter top. She tottered slightly every time she took a few steps.
So er, good party eh?"
Polly pulled some gum out of her PRADA handbag and started chewing violently, obviously something had happened. Polly never chewed her gum like that, I would know because I've known her four three whole days!