Chapters (66)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Chapter Sixty
- Chapter Sixty-One
- Chapter Sixty-Two
- Acknowledgments
I played along. “It isn’t Elliott’s name,” I said. “It isn’t yours either.” Now, he really looked perplexed. “It isn’t my name. Or Daddy’s name or initials. It isn’t even some long word like ‘breathe’ that has my initials embedded in it.”
“You figured that out,” Griffin said.
“Our yoga time was really a sweet one for us,” I said, turning serious.
“There have been more good times than bad, Bae.” The man’s generosity touched me. I wanted it to linger in the air a moment longer. I took a few steps toward him.
I tugged at the waistband of my pants. I pushed it down ever so slightly to reveal on the opposite hipbone, done in the color green with the VERT font, the small word repair.
“Happy now?” I asked. I smiled. I was. After everything, we were.
“Not by a long shot,” he said grinning.
“Now show me the magazine.”
He turned it over to reveal the cover, which looked like a collage of images. It looked like the paperback edition of The Great Gatsby. It was purple with the words “Buckhead Magazine” in our green. It showed a barstool, a martini glass filled with orange liquid, and a rather large, real picture of a human eye. Looking closer at it I realized the eye belonged to me and the drink was a sidecar. Underneath it, splashed across in green letters, was the phrase: “The Visionary.”
“It’s about me?” I reached out to grab the magazine, but Griffin raised it above my head. It dawned on me then that he had already read this thing from cover to cover.
“Fuck you,” I said, still reaching.
“That is particularly amusing given the title of the article,” Griffin said. He turned to the page as if there were a hidden bookmark. In small letters it read “Sometimes it takes … A WOMAN’S TOUCH.”
“Shit.” I pouted and started to read.
A New Edgeworth Claims Her Place on the Culinary Scene A reimagined VERT blooms anew, thanks to Bailey Edgeworth returning to her roots. The restaurant now offers a visually stunning atmosphere, has introduced an incredibly inventive and impressive menu, and created the hippest bar and bar menu in town. The “Color-Wheel Boys” are back big time. Their major achievement just may be bringing aboard “The Sister.”