As she began to speak, Audrey managed to roll on her side upright so her head was now resting on the pillow. Pulling the pillow down, she wrapped her arms around it, as though she was hugging a stuffed animal and resting her head on it. “You’re so gentle with your questions, really,” Audrey had given her a blank stare before shrugging. “Though I suppose it really doesn’t matter—I don’t remember anything. I’m sure I drank enough for both me and Wilcar last night. No doubt I blacked out.”
Audrey rolled on her back, arms still wrapped around the pillow and hugging it close to her chest. “He slept with the wrong blonde,” Audrey began. “I should be happy, I think. But,” she paused for a moment. “I’m not. I feel really rotten, to be quite honest.”